MAUREEN
"Are you sure we don't need our underlings?" Xander asked me. I glanced at him, and he gestured as if zipping his mouth shut.
"I feel that we aren't needed here either," chuckled Blake. I chose to ignore them as we continued entering the Underground Hall. This place is usually the venue for Gang Wars, and ambushing the enemy outside the hall is strictly prohibited.
The inside was dark, but we didn't need to hide our identities; pretending was fine. We sensed that many people were present, but due to the darkness, we couldn't see anyone.
Marshan and I were dressed alike, wearing leather shorts and knee-length leather boots, topped with black sleeveless shirts and leather vests. I no longer bothered to cover my body tattoos; there was no need.
Marshan carried an M6 Rifle slung o
