>>5156229>>5156331"I'm down to check out the club." You state, the other boys nod happily for any deciding factor. "They call the place the Aug-G kinda sounds like orgy right?" Dimitri fired out as he went back to working on his tablet. "Who's They?" Alex asks, putting a little pressure on the young man. "Party heads and the like. It's just a name." He shrugs as you set off in a closely knit band. "I've got no money, how will we even get in?" You inquired, the idea suddenly seeming less plausible. Dimitri pulls a thin black stick from his trouser pocket and waves it in the air. "I've got us covered, we'll hit up a cashpoint at the under-tram station and split some." The squirrelly youth seemed to have planned or at most semi planned the outing. "They let in all sorts of jacked up weirdos in too, so we don't gotta work about how we are dressed. Just say it's called post-military avant-garde or some artsy fartsy shit."
Well the boy had convinced you, huddled together and you all marched away from the large building that housed the entire unit. Breaking into a jog as you all became more noticeable on the rather empty walkways, at the sub street you all began to slow and turn. People were around now, the place that was your new home still towered in the distance. But you were a turn away from blending into the crowds. You get a good look at the colossal building, the thing was cyclopean even compared to the other skyscrapers you could see. It was black, almost as dark as the night that surrounded it in war with the illumination of the metropolitan area. [spoilers]She[/spoilers] would vanish against its glass walls, maybe she was even up there. Waiting and watching you. Lights dotted a few windows up it, but it was mostly unlit. The majority of the massive building vanished up into the low clouds above.
But you had no time to think further, Dimitri wasn't waiting for anyone as he dived headfirst into the vast city. Alex and Tony basically pull you along. The wide and long streets were a mix of metal and concrete like the branches of a tree. They led to other small paths or climbed and descended to different levels of the city. Lights blinked as music played in the distance, you passed a man drumming on a makeshift set, the snow barely bothering him. The cold wind nipped at your heels. The crowds and groups of small people made you uneasy as you wormed your way down block after block. But none even gave you a wink of attention, laughing and talking amongst themselves. All busy going about their own business.
