Friday Night

A day after Ziggy's ordeal

Around 10 on a Friday night, Sam drove her own motorbike into a small town near Hampshire—the place cannot be considered as a town actually, but more like a community composed only with round  twenty plus buildings and most of them were clubs, inns and some abandoned constructions. Sam parked her motorbike just beside a busy club next to what looked like a small hotel whose top floor was rented exclusively by her comrades. She wasn't afraid of being observe or being followed since that would be impossible to happen here. Everyone who goes in an out this small community are being guarded, every corner of it was watched by their men camouflaging and blending in as usual people on the street.

She walked straight to the door and approached the reception "Room 401, mint"