In a Hollowgrid megacomplax, one of the many filling the district, there existed a bar. The giant building had one of its corners remodeled. The first three floors were isolated from the rest of the structure, one was turned into a lodging, another into gym, and the ground floor into a bar that was now known as the Red Fist Bar.
Months had passed since the grand opening, but one look at the place was enough to tell the business wasn't booming. It certainly wasn't booming in the last week or so, after that stunt the gang running the place had pulled.
In the back of the establishment, a room had been set for a very specific reason. It was a workshop of sorts. There, the gang's Gearhead did his job, tending to the weapons members brought, fixing what's broken, and performing maintenance.
