~Marlowe~
Two days had passed since my introduction to the members of Rook's club, and I was now trying to decide if I'd been dropped down Alice's rabbit hole, or picked up by Dorothy's tornado and carried to the land of OZ. The bar where I had been working, as well lived above, had caught fire while I'd been with Rook. The fire had been a threat against the Sons Of Morning Star from a rival club, showing them there wasn't anyone they couldn't reach. Not long after, the compound had been attacked. As a result the members of SOMS had gone into hiding.
Rook had sworn to me, he would never tell of my past, of who my dad had been. But under the circumstances of the threat to all members of the Son of Morning Star club, he'd felt he'd needed to go to Burdock. Burdock had then ordered I be
