Two objectives, one goal, and hundreds of steps required. As the door closed and Xavier disappeared, Dasha faintly tasted umami and garlic.
No districts. Only neighborhoods. Only power. Only leaders. Alliances.
Xavier's warnings had sat with him—that trying to understand and label every little bit of the Underground was foolish because it was always changing. Millions lived in this cramped shadowy walled society.
The map laid out in front of him was bought from a nearby store. Pencil-drawn, Dasha was able to edit and change it of his own accord. Make corrections and deductions as he saw fit.
