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position as my mind was cast straight out of this dreadful place. I moaned lightly as Mark pulled away, the world crashing back down around me. Penny was pulled into Conquest as well, drawing free.
    A camera on the ceiling turned, taking in the scene. Someone was watching. There was no denying what was about to happen. We walked together through the dark corridors, deeper and deeper into the building. The floors were old and well worn by the thousands of feet walking through in better times. Now, the path only served to guide us toward the evil that awaited.
    Time passed slowly in here, walking through the quiet tunnel illuminated in dim red emergency power lights. Ahead, was the theater.
    Famine gave a motion, lifting his gun.
    He didn’t have to explain further. The room ahead was different. Wide open, the seats that made up rows long since removed. Leather and wood clad it’s walls. The furniture was modern and clean. There could hardly be something more out of place, the inner core of this dilapidated place being so preserved. Mark seemed to sense my anxiety.
    “The nail that stands out gets hammered down. Show a dirty face in a poor neighborhood and nobody questions you.”
    “Is Fong in there?” I asked.
    Mark didn’t have to answer, a shout echoed from beyond the door.
    “Famine, it took you long enough!”
    “Sounds like he wants to talk.” Conquest said, nodding to Famine and somehow squeezing out a small smile. “Doesn’t sound like Fong to me,” Famine replied.
    “It’s him…” I said, my voice barely a whimper.
    I pulled myself close to Famine, and we walked through the door, together.

     
     
    Chapter 11:
    Fong
    THE ROOM was dark, but there was no mistaking the large man seated in a huge wooden and gold chair at the far end of the modified theater. He barely moved, hands drawing a cloth over the long rifle from the parking lot.
    “Nash?” Famine said, his voice echoing across the room.
    He recognizes him?
    “Mark.” The man replied, standing. I stepped sideways, watching Conquest draw a huge hand cannon from his belt line.
    “Impossible…”
    “Nothing is impossible, Mark. You of all people should know this…”
    “Fong had you killed.” Mark said, his teeth flashing.
    “Yes… I remember.”
    “We bled over you. The club went to war. We lost a dozen in the MC over it.”
    Nash winced, looking away. “Yes, thank you for that… You cleared the way. It’s taken me a few years to build back up, to take Fong’s place…”
    “Nash… I don’t know how you crawled from hell, but I intend to send you back.”
    “You still don’t get it, do you?” Nash whispered softly. “I took the name, Mark. I took the name because I knew it would draw you in.”
    Mark’s hand was shaking, his eyes squinted as he stared across the room at the huge man, the shadows cast by flashing lights along the walls.
    “We were blood Nash, we were brothers!”
    “Your betrayed the club Famine. You and conquest. Your time out of jail was worth more than your principles. You rolled on people, turned, the club is nothing but a government lapdog.”
    “Do you think you’re going to get out of here alive?” Conquest said, waving his gun. “You’ve went too far… You’re insane.” Conquest was stepping forward.
    “You went too far. You turned in our brothers, our friends.”
    Nash stood, his hulking form breathing steadily, the rise and fall of his chest evident as his muscles flexed with hidden strength.
    “And I have no intention of getting out of here alive. Don’t you see, Famine? You’ve brought me a great gift…” Nash said cooly, his eyes falling on me. I could almost feel his hands on me again. I shivered in fear.
    “She is mine.” Famine said, growling.
    “She is dead.”
    Bullets ripped through the air. I looked up to see Penny firing unexpectedly, and I lifted my own revolver, pulling the trigger. Nash staggered, falling backward and rolling, his own rifle exploding as he fired a