Regalia - Safehouse - Quinn Gyles
An exaggerated, heavy breath parted Quinn's lips as Vivian's BMW literally slid to a stop in front of the familiar warehouse. After avoiding rides with her for so long, the excitement of the night had completely wiped the caution from his memory. The distant thoughts returned immediately when that lead foot met the gas pedal. Vivian, in Quinn's experience, had always been too much of a speed demon and even though it was probably warranted on this particular night, Quinn still found himself thanking the lord for solid ground under his feet as he hurriedly stepped out of the fancy vehicle and adjusted his suit jacket. It only dawned on him at that exact moment that since he rode with her to the safehouse he would have to ride with her back to the club to retrieve his own car later. The depth of sadness that welled up within was unfathomable.
From there, the twosome made their way through the maze of metal boxes that comprised the interior of the now defunct warehouse. Vivian led confidently while Quinn shifted his gaze to and fro as if he had never set foot in the building. Truth be told, it had been a number of years since this particular safehouse had been used in any sort of way. The industrial area of Regalia was once a bustling district of the massive metropolis, but the government's interests soon waned when a small gang war broke out in the area. It was easily quelled by the Syndicate, but the damage was done in the eyes of the public. With the area mostly abandoned -- private construction companies still roamed about determined to turn to the location into
something -- the safehouse was deemed unnecessary and the organization simply moved on. Fortunately, the years that divided the present time and last use of the place would ultimately make it the most valuable location a branch on the run could have--not many people knew it existed in the first place and even less knew it still existed currently.
A short retinal scan and elevator ride later, Vivian lead Quinn into the immaculate safehouse for the first time in years--immaculate because it was still in perfect condition. The enforcer whistled and pocketed his hands. Vivian made a beeline for the kitchen, as her comrade knew she would, and he sauntered over to the circular couch to take a load off. "That was shitty, wasn't it?" Vivian commented; The two hadn't spoken much during the car ride. Probably because, in reality, shitty was an understatement.
"I don't
was is the right word here, considering. But yeah, this
is shitty for sure," Quinn cracked open a fresh pack of cigarettes and pulled one out with his teeth. A gold lighter flickered to life and a long, satisfying puff tried its best to take the edge off. It was not working very well. "The main branch. They sent the main fucking branch. You know they only do that shit for an excommunication. Good frickin' lord," Quinn took another long drag and blow a slender stream straight up into the air. He watched the mist ascend to the ceiling and permeate the barrier.
"Do you think everyone is alright?" Vivian wondered aloud. Quinn pulled his cellphone and flipped through a couple brightly lit pages. He had a few messages from some of the group. Mamushi, their resident hacker, for lack of better term, was on his way with his humor still intact. The twins seemed to have arrived just as the enforcer and eraser were getting comfortable. At that, Quinn raised an eyebrow just as Vivian plopped down.
"The twins are here," He said cautiously. There was no animosity between the enforcer and the twins, but even Quinn knew he was nowhere near as... Savage as they were. The twins held no qualms about starting a firefight in public or just about anywhere they were at. They would have been targeted along with everyone else, but Quinn prayed they had not caused too much ruckus. A gaggle of cops on their trail was the last thing the branch needed at the moment. With that in mind, he grabbed a remote which automatically activated a switch that brought a rather large TV descending from the ceiling. He turned no the news and muted the sound. Now, it was time to wait.
