The sky was pitch black above the illumination of the urban jungle and its busy air space. Rain fell hard and heavy, there was very few people roaming the streets, those that did used umbrellas or ran from shelter to shelter to save their clothes getting wet and cumbersome. Yet while people lived their normal mundane lives tucked safely in their apartments or deep into a long nights drink, there was more happening under it's surface. The area had an abundance of warehouses in the area. Food, weapons, munitions, vehicles. Everything needed for what is about to begin and for what is to come. Although getting what we needed would be no easy feat. The more precious the continence of the warehouse the more mercenary groups had fortified it. Inside was a maze and a fortress.
There was no layouts of these places. Everyone was going in blind like walking into a room without light, but people forget there is those that thrive where they cannot be seen. "We are the voice in the dark, from the depths of despair we rise manipulating the darkest shadows to our whim."
"And nothing will stop us."