Game With The Mafia King
Arawn holds out his hand for me to take, and we follow him through the arched bows of the underground tunnels just as we reach a slightly bigger hall which was dismantled and is now filled with gigantic servers signaling their activity with blinking lights.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper as Michelangelo walks to a set of desks where three people are sitting and hammering into keyboards.
They are young, I even guess that the girl can’t be older than Danny.
“Karma, Aspen, and Holly,” he introduces them, getting them to look up curiously. “Guys, these are Amber and Arawn.”
Holly is the only one who smiles and waves at us while the others just mumble greetings.
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