Deuce was walking along the crumbling sidewalk looking for Gabe when he happened to look up and saw a gang called the Devil’s Disciples coming down the middle of the vacant street. Deuce’s heart hammered, and a chill chased over his skin when he realized he was facing a line of mercenaries who had him trapped. He knew enough about these gangs to know that the leader of this one was called Demon. As he watched them, they swaggered confidently, and in their hands he saw the glitter of brass knuckles. He stopped in his tracks and looked around. He noticed he was surrounded by decaying buildings, cracked asphalt, and wild swirls of graffiti depicting the gang’s identity. My God, somehow he’d wandered into the Gangland neighborhood, and was now facing one of the most notorious gangs around. How
