Last time she needed an abandoned warehouse, she had to call around. This time she had one of her own. Thanks to a very generous breather who made the right decision.
Directions had been sent to Cynthia, and made mention of where to park and what entrance to use. While this part of the city wasn’t busy, numerous cars parked in front or near an ‘empty’ warehouse might draw a few curious eyes.
Dirt and various piles of garbage littered the floors. The smell of rats, decay and things that really should not be identified assaults the senses in the rooms deeper in the building.
A back room was picked for the night. Both for its lack of windows, and how empty it already was. And while she had to push a few odd things had to be pushed off to the side, but all in all it was perfect.
She didn’t bring any mats or gloves, there was no use for them. They were going to get dirty and feel the impact of the ground, it was all part of fighting. You don’t usually get to pick the terms and environment you fight in.
They would find Ale in that back room waiting, sitting in a folding chair. She went casual for the night in a black tank top and jeans. Steel toed, knee high boots were on her feet and her long hair was in a messy ponytail.
The Savage was very curious about what Cynthia could bring to the table in a fight.
Cynthia Weiss Deltaomega