The Blackmarket [2]

"This looks…. Different."

That was all Brandon could describe the blackmarket.

It did not align at all to the blackmarket in the other Brandon Locke's memories.

However,

"Different."

It was good.

As long as things were different, then it was for the best.

"Shit, I'm starting to sound like him."

He pinched the middle of his brow.

Then, he took in the sight of the blackmarket.

It was huge.

No, huge was an understatement.

It seemed like an entire community.

And as he looked around he could surmise that the entire space was deep underground.

It was as if an entire underground community had sprung to life beneath the surface.

The cavernous space stretched endlessly, with vaulted ceilings supported by massive stone pillars. 

Cool, damp air echoed with the faint drip of water from an intricate overhead network of pipes.