[h2]Chad Belton: [s]Rockers HQ[/s] Spot B[/h2]
The call from Sheila was an unexpected surprise. The message she was conveying was an unpleasant one. The HQ, for now, was off-limits; everybody to Spot B, and they’d reassess their options there.

‘Will do,’ Chad nodded, ending the call and quickly reminding himself where Spot B was... Spot B, Spot B, he knew it was an apartment... yeah, okay, he remembered what the building looked like. He’d head there once he was properly dressed.

Thankfully, that didn’t take too long, once he found a secluded area to get himself set up close to the HQ. A couple of minutes or so at most. And on he went, strolling along in full body-covering uniform as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and the criminal organisation he was part of wasn’t under attack by another criminal organisation. Fucking Community. If he had his hands on them, he could do so much to them, melt their bones, rip their flesh off their bodies, squeeze their hearts until they [i]popped like pimples-[/i]

Huh. Turned out fantasising about killing people got you places pretty quickly. This was the apartment building. He just needed to get to the apartment proper, and that of course meant heading in. So he did.