Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5543592-20190402192953

"Ain't that lucky anyway." Josey grunted.

They stood near the docks, looking up at the city built upon it's hills. Ironically, there were a large amount of warehouses to their left, as if mirroring where they had just come from.

Southward, in the distance, was what had once been the Palace of Fine Arts--now called the Steel Palace, home of the Shi leadership.

To their east was Chinatown, home of many stores, clinics, martial arts schools, even, reportedly, a Brotherhood outpost.

And further south, beyond both Chinatown and the Steel Palace, was the Golden Gate bridge. Upon that bridge, and at Fort Point below it, the Hubologists had made their home. It was now home to wastrels, junkies, and other lowlifes.

They stood on the Shi docks. In the bay behind them, to the west, there were many sunken oil tankers, even a submarine. A few working ships or boats stood in the harbor alongside them.

"Alright so, the question of the hour-- how does one find an underground crime family?"