Kwu, indeed, did not waste any time, and in spite of the GPS attempting to detour the group to a nearby MaxAttax, the team made it there in record time. They pulled into a dilapidated parking lot; a great, hulking building, bleached from its original blue coloration by time and acid rain, a sign above the entrance ramp with the letters barely readable, for they too had been reduced to the faintest of marks. The GPS utility didn't lie, though- or if it did, it was doing a very good job of it- this was indeed the Southside Roller Rink.
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The daemon came up with a few old newsclips- looks like the rink had been shut down along with the rest of the barrens after hurricane Jessie a number of years back. Since then, the barrens became a haven for those criminals who were either unable or unwilling to bribe the police. More immediately useful to a group of armed mercenaries was that the eastward-facing wall had taken some serious structural damage in the storm, and hadn't been repaired since.