Nieves couldn't afford a membership to a gym, but she had grabbed Maria's pass after she had disappeared in order to get into the Grimz Gym on Power Inn Rd. The pass was expired but no one had called her on it yet so long as she didn't draw attention. The place was more a warehouse than a gym, big open ceiling with the roof railings exposed and cement foundation flooring covered with workout mats in places. A large boxing ring sat in the center and hanging punching bags were lined up next to the side wall.
Setting down the ragged pack she used to carry her towel and change of clothes she grabbed some bandage tape and started wrapping her hands. The tight firm grip made her hands feel like weapons, numbing them with added cushion. She gave a few tentative jabs at a bag, the chain jingling from the soft impacts. Nieves wasn't a boxer, but she didn't have a place to practice her Kung Fu in the Sworn's Den. This at least was something. She couldn't help but glance around the room. Only a couple guys were lifting weights on the opposite side of the arena. The office, a ring of plastic separators, probably had someone on staff in there doing paperwork or whatever.Tags