Immoral Passions

Surprise

Wendy spent the whole Sunday morning searching for some place where she can sell the guns and other weapons she didn't even want to touch. One of the reason she wanted to get rid of the guns was because she didn't want them in her house anymore. It was probably more dangerous to keep firearms in her house than to get rid of them. She happened to stumble across a flyer of a boxing club plus shooting range which she saw a few hipster type people throwing around. Just from the looks of it, she could tell that there was something suspicious about it. After looking into it on google, she researched some more and found out that it was indeed a club which is on the outskirts and has the reputation of being a rather hideous dangerous place.

It was a boxing club which locals had opened and they had a shooting range too. She could see that the people in the pictures looked like thuds, both men and women.

As Wendy was desperate to sell the guns, she decided to check the place out. It was situated a little outside the city on the outskirts and it kind of made sense to Wendy why this was. While she was driving around, she saw how the area was becoming more isolated with each passing minute.

She decided not to bring any guns right now in the fear that she might get robbed of them. When Wendy saw the GPS beeping, she slowed down her car and looked around to see if she had reached.

She saw a small building, covered with dark graffiti patterns and curse words and wondered if she made a right decision of coming here. Remembering that she read the comments of the website which popped up suddenly on her screen, motivated her to park her car right outside the building.

She gathered some courage and put a pepper spray in her jacket before getting out of the car. When she saw a man, possibly in his 30s smoking outside the gate, she walked up to him and fidgeted on her place.

"Um.. c-can I talk to the incharge here?," Wendy asked.

"Who might you be?," the man asked, breathing out the smoke and sighing.

"I have a proposal for them," Wendy said professionally.

"Are you here to join boxing... or shooting? You don't look like the chick to do all that though," the man threw her cigarette bud on the ground, stepping on it.

"I want to sell guns," Wendy said.

"Sell what now?," the man asked, her eyes widening.

"Guns. Many guns," Wendy repeated, putting her hands in her pockets.

Gosh I should have gotten Joohyun unnie with me...

Wendy thought, knowing this all was too unfamiliar to her.

"You aren't from secret services or police or anything?," the man eyed her and then the surroundings. The place they ran was not exactly legal. The boxing ring they ran was surely legal but their inside business, the shooting range, the underworld fights, the thugs, that all basically wasn't legal.

"No!," Wendy shook her head. She knew better than to call a police officer.

"Follow me," the man said, opening the door as he lead the way. Wendy followed like a puppy, looking around the floor which was dimly lit. When her gaze went to the middle of the room, she saw a huge boxing ring and some fighters stretching inside it.

"Up," the man leading her to the boss got her attention back, going up the stairs.

Wendy kept her eyes and mind on alert as she went upstairs, looking around the building which seemed old. She was made to walk all the way towards the other end of the upper floor and finally the man in front of her went inside the room, telling her to stay outside.