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Atticus managed to disappear into thin air after whatever fucking show he put on for me in the hallway so I couldn't even ask him for clarification on the directions that I was given. I was just going to have to go with it at this point because there was nothing to be done about it.

The place Spence had shown me was some type of "Top secret underground hiding place meeting room" kind of shit. Looking back, I think what he meant to say was something along the lines of,

"This is the place where we discuss the latest guns, drugs, and all the people we've killed in the short time span of 24 hours. And we just so happen to have meetings here when new members of our group arrive. Which isn't much, seeing that we have trust issues and can't trust very many people. And this is highly confidential because no one can or should know about it."

But Spence never said that for whatever the reason was. I rushed over to where he had shown me, I pressed the button that would take me to the location but not before I stepped at the very specific sticker on the floor that said "Do Not Step."

I guess it was their form of using reverse psychology, which let me tell you, doesn't work because it works on 2/3 people, basically 67%. And honestly any normal and curious person who saw a sticker that specifically told them to not to step on it, would step on it.

But this is a fucking crime boss's house so I take it that no one is normal here.

It kind of feels  like I'm going down an elevator, except it's a clear tube that shoots all the way down. I step out of and coming to think of it, this place resembles a basement, a quite expensive and luxurious one to say the least.

And much like my assumption, there were guns... everywhere. It's not like they put any effort into hiding the fact, no. It's basically hung out there on the wall up for display. Each one with different makes, models, brands. colors, years, you name it. I've never met someone with that much of an obsession with guns to dedicate their whole basement or hideout- whatever you want to call it- to it.

But then again, I've never met a mob boss that shares the same name with a book of maps. But that's just me, I haven't seen very many exciting things in my life.

The layout of this floor is designed like an operation room in some type of crime series. There are computers and big screen TVs displaying all sorts of security footage. There are people- who I assume are interns- sitting in front of the computers working on God knows what. There are also some interns walking around the place with clipboards and desktops, checking around on things.

There's a horseshoe shaped receptionist desk at the front of it all. There's a lady standing there in front of the computer as well. Except she's not as consumed in her works as the others, instead she's more focused on filing her obnoxiously long and horribly ugly nails and chewing her gum loudly than she is in doing her job.

I soon recognize her as that blonde Barbie that I beat up at the club not too long ago. She didn't seem to recognize me, so I guess I managed to cause some damage to her head during the process.

I am close enough to read the name pinned on her blouse. Tatiana. I snicker quietly to myself, more like Thotiana. Get it? Because she's like a thot. Never mind.

And like most of the house, it's black. With a few other colors like red, white, and gray. Otherwise, not very eye catching colors if you ask me. But nobody asked me.

I try my best to remember where Spence had said the meeting room was. And fortunately, the TVs on the walls reflected the locations of every place on this floor with arrows pointing at the direction of where they are.