Two objectives, one goal, and hundreds of steps required. As the door closed and Xavier disappeared, Dasha faintly tasted umami and garlic.
No districts. Only neighborhoods. Only power. Only leaders. Alliances.
Xavier's warnings had sat with him—that trying to understand and label every little bit of the Underground was foolish because it was always changing. Millions lived in this cramped shadowy walled society.
The map laid out in front of him was bought from a nearby store. Pencil-drawn, Dasha was able to edit and change it of his own accord. Make corrections and deductions as he saw fit.
Many neighbourhoods were ruled by bosses who clung to their power like wolves guarding their dens. Some of these bosses were little more than brutes, ruling through fear and violence. The brutes were the least of his concerns. After all, the brutes were subservient and hunted in packs. If greater strength came knocking on their door, they would bend the knee or die trying.
