Gus waited across from “Greg’s Chicken shack” a meeting area they had agreed on previously. A moonless night and a desolate street soothed his nerves. He had escorted people into West End plenty of times yet the danger was still there. The Sisters would not be happy to know there was an underground way into their side of the city. Nor would the Chozen appreciate Gus using it for his own profit.
Originally used to drag passed out bar patrons to a life on the sea, it was now used to get between East and West end ever since the religious nuts took over the city. The main bridges across “The Gap”, (a huge natural chasm the town lovingly gets it’s name from) were locked down like a fortress. Zeak and his Chozen didn’t want anyone to come in and the Sisters didn’t want anyone going over there. So with no easy way from West end to east end and vice verse, there was a business opportunity for Gus.
Movement caught his eye down the street. A group of not so stealthy people.
“Sisters…” he groaned and slipped deeper into the shadows, waiting for them too pass. There were 4 of them, 2 covered in dark robes and 2 wearing full armor clanking along making a decent amount of noise. His current employers.