Foster walked down the alley, and it didn't take long until he managed to come across the place that those kids had seemingly been talking about earlier. It was a run-down warehouse where lots of shady-looking people were gathered, sitting around, drinking and laughing. It was a classic sight, really. Even the syndicate that Foster was a part of before would buy plots of land or warehouses and use it as gathering-places to run their operations from, simply due to the convenience connected to it.
But if this was the case here as well, then these guys sitting out front were most likely just goons made to sit there to make sure nobody was bothering the more important people inside.
