Shadow Of Betrayal / YokRay

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The YOLO gang leader put his smartphone back in the pocket of his jacket, of course he wasn't at home, but his friend didn't need to know that. He stood with his motorcycle at the edge of a sparsely lit street, one foot on the ground and waited, he waited for the Yok. Yok had stopped in front of a train station and disappeared into the building. Ray wondered what the younger was doing in it and whether his mission ended here now, because Yok had taken a train and was gone. But his wait was rewarded and about fifteen minutes later Yok stepped out of the building with a backpack thrown over his shoulders. "What the hell does he do here?" Ray muttered to himself, did the other possibly have some other business going on? From what he overheard, even his friends didn't know anything about what was going on.

He followed Yok, not too closely, understandably so as not to draw attention to himself. They came to a part of the city that Ray did not know, let alone had ever set foot in. The area was quite run down and Ray noticed many abandoned houses, houses which were locked with boards on windows and doors. What did Yok want here?
Soon they came to a road which led towards an abandoned factory, Yok reduced his pace until he finally stopped a few meters before the company premises. He got down from his bike and took something out of his backpack. Ray stayed in the background, far enough away not to be seen, but close enough to see the other changing clothes.

The black jeans of the Yok gave way to skintight leather pants, while he had exchanged his wet T-shirt for a black vest, it had a futuristic look, lots of pockets, and it almost looked like it was bulletproof, under the vest he wore a sleeveless top with hood, also black. The look was completed black leather gloves and a balaclava which had a skull print on it.

Ray had to swallow, still puzzled as to what Yok want here, in these clothes and why it seemed that he was determined to remain unrecognizable. After packing his other clothes into his backpack, Yok pushed his motorcycle onto the factories' premises. Now the Yolo Gang leader could see that the area was enclosed by a construction fence, which was open at one point and this entrance was guarded by two securities. The inside of the building was lit up and there was also a faint hint of music wafting around his ears.

Ray watched as Yok was let onto the premises by the securities. Should he follow him? Curious about what was inside the walls, he had already become so. He took a deep breath and, after the Yok had disappeared from his field of vision, approached the two guards.

"Are you lost, little one?" One of the two securities blocked his way, he was tall, powerfully built, looking threatening and scary even to the Yolo Gang Leader.

"What makes you think that?" Ray tried to infuse his voice with as much confidence as possible. "Can I go in now or what?"

"Do you have a ticket?"

"A, a ticket? I um..." This question had caught Ray off-guard, why had Yok come in so easily, and why was he being stopped?

"Knew it, no ticket, no entry." The man laughed derisively. "Now fuck off and go back home to mommy."

"How much?"

"How much what?" The security looked at Ray, confused.

"Um, how much is it if you let me in without a ticket?" Ray looked at the man with a serious expression.

"You're dying to get in there, what? Ha-ha you probably can't even afford it."

"I hate to repeat myself." Hissed Ray. "So again, how much?"

"Two thousand, a thousand for each of us." The security guard raised an eyebrow, sure the young man couldn't pay that price. Ray took out his wallet and began to count.

"Two thousand and another hundred on top for treating me so nicely. Now will you please clear the way for me?" The kitty gang leader had a victorious smile on his lips when he saw the puzzled expressions on the faces of the securities.