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of the name the Underground. Kirin noticed this discomfort around him and noted it in the forefront of his mind.
As the thieves emptied the room, Kirin stood up from his seat and ran to the open door to see the main hall of the gambling den had its own form of robbery. Lacking any people, the den’s main hall was empty, with only the goods that a fleeing customer would leave under the duress of a gun. There were cigars still lit, food half eaten, and no doubt emptied wallets lying at the center of the tables.
“They must have robbed the den first, kicked everyone out, then headed towards the office.” Kirin said aloud as the stunned owner and his crew gathered, helping the wounded Union Rep. while they discussed amongst themselves. Kirin ignored their chatter as he analyzed the situation. Noticing an obvious point in question, he turned to the busy elders in the room.
“Hey, anyone have a good story to tell the Union Heads?”
“Why?” the Union Rep. said as he held his shoulder in pain. “There’s no need to get the Heads involved in this, no, this is something we can do ourselves. We’re going to teach that kid what the Underworld of gambling is all about.”
“Interesting,” Kirin said as something clicked in his mind. “What was this Underground Mr. Green Thief was talking about?” he spoke aloud.
“Hell if I know.” The Union Rep. said to the apprehensive eyes of his younger crewmembers.
“They’re DJ’s.” Karl said stepping forward.
“DJ’s?” Kirin said surprised. “Do you mean those people that spin records at the dance halls? What’s so menacing about that?”
“In the past, nothing, but now they’re a band of ruthless thieves. However, what makes them so dangerous is that their roots run just as deep as any of the Unions on this island.”
“How so?”
“Unlike the Gambling Unions, the Underground was born out of the outlawing of their music in most of the Better and Greater Cities to the North. Out of that banning, an Underground Network of DJ’s, artist, and most importantly, smugglers were born to exchange materials across the dangerous grounds between cities. I know—sounds kind of ridiculous when talking about it now, but out of that simple ban grew an entire organization dedicated to the safe smuggling of electronic music equipment, eventually, amongst other important things like food.” Karl smiled. “Who would have thought music would build the bridges between broken cities before food and water? Now that’s power.”
“Hmm…” Kirin digested the information.
Lee stepped forward along with a still uneasy Jake. “The Underground, huh?” Lee said somewhat surprised.
“That’s right.” Karl said. “Decades ago, the smugglers in this city had made not only trade possible, but also communication between cities more fluid after the Shift. In part, a lot of the recent tourism from other cities opened up because of their once secretive travel routes that bypassed all bandits, thieves, hunters, and beast infested areas of the Outskirts.”
Lee shook his head, still somewhat confused as to what happened to them just now. “But that was many decades ago. They’re nothing but a gang of thieves now with nothing to show for it.”
“Well,” Karl said unconvinced. “They used to stand for something, they used to represent our freedom, but now… They just don’t matter beyond the dance floor.”
“Ha…” Jake said breaking his confusion and silence. “Isn’t that the way it’s so supposed to be with DJ’s?”
“Maybe so.” Karl nodded.
“How interesting,” Kirin said rubbing the bottom of his chin with his fingers. “An electronic cult of smugglers, what a fascinating collection of words.” he then turned to Jake. “They’re not inherently valuable—however, the circumstance made it so. The opportunity was there for anyone to fill the
As the thieves emptied the room, Kirin stood up from his seat and ran to the open door to see the main hall of the gambling den had its own form of robbery. Lacking any people, the den’s main hall was empty, with only the goods that a fleeing customer would leave under the duress of a gun. There were cigars still lit, food half eaten, and no doubt emptied wallets lying at the center of the tables.
“They must have robbed the den first, kicked everyone out, then headed towards the office.” Kirin said aloud as the stunned owner and his crew gathered, helping the wounded Union Rep. while they discussed amongst themselves. Kirin ignored their chatter as he analyzed the situation. Noticing an obvious point in question, he turned to the busy elders in the room.
“Hey, anyone have a good story to tell the Union Heads?”
“Why?” the Union Rep. said as he held his shoulder in pain. “There’s no need to get the Heads involved in this, no, this is something we can do ourselves. We’re going to teach that kid what the Underworld of gambling is all about.”
“Interesting,” Kirin said as something clicked in his mind. “What was this Underground Mr. Green Thief was talking about?” he spoke aloud.
“Hell if I know.” The Union Rep. said to the apprehensive eyes of his younger crewmembers.
“They’re DJ’s.” Karl said stepping forward.
“DJ’s?” Kirin said surprised. “Do you mean those people that spin records at the dance halls? What’s so menacing about that?”
“In the past, nothing, but now they’re a band of ruthless thieves. However, what makes them so dangerous is that their roots run just as deep as any of the Unions on this island.”
“How so?”
“Unlike the Gambling Unions, the Underground was born out of the outlawing of their music in most of the Better and Greater Cities to the North. Out of that banning, an Underground Network of DJ’s, artist, and most importantly, smugglers were born to exchange materials across the dangerous grounds between cities. I know—sounds kind of ridiculous when talking about it now, but out of that simple ban grew an entire organization dedicated to the safe smuggling of electronic music equipment, eventually, amongst other important things like food.” Karl smiled. “Who would have thought music would build the bridges between broken cities before food and water? Now that’s power.”
“Hmm…” Kirin digested the information.
Lee stepped forward along with a still uneasy Jake. “The Underground, huh?” Lee said somewhat surprised.
“That’s right.” Karl said. “Decades ago, the smugglers in this city had made not only trade possible, but also communication between cities more fluid after the Shift. In part, a lot of the recent tourism from other cities opened up because of their once secretive travel routes that bypassed all bandits, thieves, hunters, and beast infested areas of the Outskirts.”
Lee shook his head, still somewhat confused as to what happened to them just now. “But that was many decades ago. They’re nothing but a gang of thieves now with nothing to show for it.”
“Well,” Karl said unconvinced. “They used to stand for something, they used to represent our freedom, but now… They just don’t matter beyond the dance floor.”
“Ha…” Jake said breaking his confusion and silence. “Isn’t that the way it’s so supposed to be with DJ’s?”
“Maybe so.” Karl nodded.
“How interesting,” Kirin said rubbing the bottom of his chin with his fingers. “An electronic cult of smugglers, what a fascinating collection of words.” he then turned to Jake. “They’re not inherently valuable—however, the circumstance made it so. The opportunity was there for anyone to fill the
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