There was noise everywhere, long ropes hanging from holes broken in the roof. The members of the Few on the dance floor, who were dancing so freely mere moments before were in a state of panic. Running in different directions. Trying to find routes to their level 1's to find out what they could do. Low levels and young members of the Few, those who maybe had never been on a job yet were scared, looking for a clear exit or a way to get out as people started piling through the doors. The people who raided through the doors were wearing all in grey. Dark grey. They wore thick bullet vests and helmets covering their faces. The top had the logo of the Alliance a world in shades of black and grey with a white wheel painted over the top of it. They had hand guns and thick black boots on. None of
