Tate
The next day I grab everything I have on The Underground, and shove it into an unmarked envelope. NDA, Rules, Plane ticket, all of it.
Stamping the dorms address on the front, I drop it off at the post office and await for Keegan to get it.
I may not be able to say a word about The Underground but what is stopping some college student who is looking for her shot at a news anchor position from getting some anonymous tip?
The Underground hurt someone I love, and who knows how many people died after being put in the cage like savage animals.
It has to stop.
Camden
Lying in bed I stare up at the dark ceiling. Thoughts of trying to get back in the octagon keeping me up.
I didn't kill Chase, so maybe I can get back in the game.
The thought circles in my mind like a horror show on
