Area three, Cyclops realized, was not suitable for Chained in the least.

Even with forewarning Cyclops was still surprised by the amount of glares and fearful glances being sent their way by the normal humans living in the war crimes sector.

“Don’t pay them any mind, they’re like that with all the Chained. You could solve world hunger, cure incurable diseases, shit gold and have your fart smell like roses and they’d still hate you.” Harpy said after seeing Cyclops looking around awkwardly.

After three days of travelling with Harpy, Cyclops had gotten a bit used to her aggressive way of speaking, though he still ended up with an odd expression when he heard Harpy’s way of speaking from time to time.

Having the expression of someone whose pastry was sour instead of sweet, Cyclops looked over at the normal humans for a moment, ducking his head as a stone flew nearby, thrown by a child.

A child, born in Tartarus… the sight of the child’s guardian dragging her away from where Cyclops could see just confirmed that this place was horrible.

No child deserved to be inside Tartarus, let alone born inside this place.

Even Harpy looked away with a soft expression instead of getting mad at the thrown stone.

“If they hate us so much… why are we here again?” Cyclops asked, looking over to the more experienced Chained in confusion.

“The Chimera triplets should be around here, that’s why!” Dryad answered instead of the person Cyclops actually asked, walking up the stairs to the second level of the bus, looking at the two with a smile.

Dryad seemed to always be smiling, except for when she was serious obviously.

“…” Cyclops looked around once more, just to confirm the glares… then turned back to Dryad.

“Are the Chimera triplets masochists?” Dryad actually laughed at that, slamming her hand on the bus.

“No, no, that isn’t it, besides the only masochist around is-” Dryad suddenly kept quiet for a moment, swallowing air nervously before awkwardly chuckling.

“Ahem, ignoring that, they’re around here because they were actually born here in Area three. They’re probably some of the only Chained that would actually be welcomed here.” Dryad said, and Cyclops was left to wonder who Dryad was talking about in regards to masochism…

As he was staring at Dryad, Cyclops completely missed seeing Harpy showing off her claws to Dryad.

“So… they were born in Tartarus huh?” Cyclops asked softly, the question drawing the attention of both Harpy and Dryad.

“Well yeah. It’s not exactly odd you know? Most of the first prisoners are long dead, and after Tartarus was made not a lot of people wanted to do crime to get thrown in here… so how come there are more people inside here compared to when it first opened?” Dryad asked, the leading question being answered easily when one considered the conversation topic.

“No, I get it, it’s just… the outside world isn’t a nice place… but it at least has freedom to it. This place… I can’t imagine being born without freedom.” Cyclops said softly as he looked down.

“Ha.” Harpy sighed, standing up and unfurling her wings, drawing Cyclops’ gaze.

“I’m going to go look around for the idiots three, don’t hold up.” Harpy said as she jumped backwards, her wings keeping her in the air as the bus floated away.

“…Was it something I said?” Cyclops asked, getting a sigh from Dryad.

“Yes it was something you said. Harpy was born in Tartarus too you know? She doesn’t like being reminded that the life she’s lived was only because of where she was born.” Cyclops paled a bit, looking back to where Harpy was floating only to notice that the flying Chained was gone.

“I’m going to have to say sorry when she gets back…” Cyclops said aloud, Dryad nodding along in agreement.

“Harpy’s a nice girl, so you shouldn’t be mean to her, or I’ll sic the Treant-Bot on you.” Cyclops paled even further as Dryad moved down the stairs, keeping her eyes on Cyclops as she did so.

“That’s a scary thing to promise.” Manticore said calmly to Dryad, having been able to hear everything that was being shared atop the bus despite how quiet all three of the other Chained were.

“Meh, I wouldn’t actually have Treant go after him, I’m not that mean… by the way… don’t we need to check in with the people in charge of this place?” Dryad asked, recalling the kind of scary people in charge of Area three.

Granted, the main reason they were scary was no longer working with them, but most Chained didn’t know that.

“I’ll be doing that; you and Cyclops could go looking for the triplets while I chat with Viktor and Kevin.” Manticore said with a pointed look, getting an awkward laugh from Dryad…

She was a bit too bubbly for meetings in general and had a habit of trying to turn every serious gathering into a ‘friendly party’.

After the first three times, everyone caught onto her habits and kept her far away from any gatherings.

On the other hand, if there was an actual party being thrown, Dryad was now considered a necessity to host one.

“Got it, I’ll stay out of your way. Could you drop me and Cy by one of the car lots?” Manticore nodded while feeling glad that Odysseus’ information network around Tartarus also included spots to stash cars that almost everyone knew to stay the hell away from.

There were a few odd ones such as that Marbas Chained, but as stated, they were odd ones.

Pulling up near one of the aforementioned car lots, Manticore opened the bus door and watched the two junior Chained leave the bus before closing the door and taking off again.

“Well, come on then, I’m not allowed behind the wheel after the dune buggy incident.” Cyclops was now curious about this dune buggy incident of hers, but he was also aware that Dryad probably wouldn’t say anything beyond the ‘name’ of the situation.

So instead of questioning anything, Cyclops followed Dryad, walking to a man standing guard, looking around in a shifty manner before focusing on Dryad and Cyclops, eyes narrowing at their collars.

“Greek Chained, Pantheon members?” the man asked, and Dryad nodded, Cyclops deciding to just nod and go along with it, even if he was still a bit uncertain on remaining with the Pantheon.

Dryad, Harpy and Manticore were cool people though, so Cyclops decided he might just stay.

“Right, I just need your names first.” The man said, checking an tablet phone for some list that Cyclops couldn’t actually see.

“Dryad, and this here is the newest Cyclops. We’re just here for a car to pick up the Chimera triplets.” The man blinked, then looked up at Dryad for a moment, then back to his list.

“Due to the dune buggy incident you aren’t allowed to drive, Cyclops will do so instead. If you’re going to be looking for Chimera, I recommend a commercial car.” The man turned the tablet around, showing Cyclops a list of cars, all of which could seat five people, two in front and three at the back.

Scrolling downwards, Cyclops ended up picking a Mercedes S-Class.

“…Isn’t that a bit posh?” Dryad asked after they were guided to the car in question and realizing what Cyclops picked.

“If anything it isn’t posh enough.” Ah, Dryad realized that this was an important difference between the previous Cyclops and this one.

The old Cyclops didn’t care for how rough his car was, as long as it was fast and performed as he wanted to, he would be happy…

As for the new Cyclops, he seemed to like comfort and luxury over speed? There were faster cars available that could seat five people after all, yet he just chose the ‘luxury’ class car and left it at that.

“I’ll leave you two to argue about that, I’m going to get back to my post.” The man who guided them rolled his eyes and walked away to the car lot entrance, leaving the keys with Cyclops.

“He’s a normal human? The Pantheon has members who are normal humans?” Cyclops asked with a bit of confusion, Dryad nodding with a hum.

“Yeah, though they’re on loan from the rulers of Area 3, The Eyes of the Hunter… don’t worry though, while their boss is terrifying, he’s a bit of a non-entity right now.” Dryad said calmly as she got into the passenger seat of the very nice car.

Unfortunately it was a very nice car that was painted in all the colours of the Jamaican flag. Odysseus’ questionable taste in colours strikes again… the colours weren’t bad, but they just didn’t suit a car like this.

Maybe the colours would suit one of those old school vans? No, that was just veering into ‘insult to hippie’ territory.

Cyclops, after getting over the odd colour, realized what Dryad had just stated and looked to her with wide eyes.

“Wait, ‘Eyes of the Hunter’ you said? Isn’t that…” Cyclops started, trailing off towards the end, leaving Dryad to nod in agreement with the implication.

“Yep, they worked for the Hunter. They don’t work for him anymore though, for quite a few reasons. They supply the ‘manpower’ for all three member organizations of the Key.” Dryad explained, leaving Cyclops to blink, starting up the car.

“Okay? I thought they were against Chained though?” Cyclops asked, driving out of the car lot and past the security guard who tipped his hat slightly in acknowledgement.

“Oh a few of them are, many of Area three don’t like us either, but most of the members of the Eyes of the Hunter only really hate Chained that abuse their powers against normal humans.” Cyclops realized what Dryad was saying as he turned a corner.

“Is that part of why Odysseus doesn’t like it when Chained act superior to normal humans?” Cyclops asked, getting a nod from Dryad while she pointed to a particular road to turn into.

Cyclops was pretty sure she had no idea where they were going, but Dryad seemed to think otherwise.

“Well, Chained are. Superior I mean.” Cyclops widened his eyes and looked at Dryad with a very disturbed expression on his face, getting a slap on his arm from Dryad.

Dryad nursed her hand after hitting his robotic arm by the way.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not saying that we are supposed to lord it over them, but objectively. Chained are better. Stronger, faster, we are in general smarter and Cybernetic Chained like we are became savants in the areas related to our abilities, like me with computers and robotics, you with cars or Sphinx with his lie detecting and cold reading.” Cyclops calmed down a bit, realizing that Dryad was just stating the benefits to their status as Chained.

Dryad wasn’t actually going to be going ‘Heil Odysseus!’ anytime soon thankfully.

“So yes, we’re superior, but like boss Odysseus says, we’re not supposed to use those superiorities to put others down. ‘Noblesse Oblige’ or something like that.” Cyclops had no idea of the exact meaning of that phrase, but he could guess from how similarly it sounded to certain English words.

‘Noble Obligation’ or to use a notoriously famous phrase slightly butchered for trademark and or copyright purposes, ‘great power comes with great responsibility’.

Cyclops could rest a bit easier knowing that Odysseus upheld that kind of belief and expected the same from those who worked from him…

“There were… a few dissenters of course.” Dryad said quietly, and Cyclops actually stopped the car for a bit to make sure he could listen.

No one would dare to mess with a brightly coloured car anyway.

“There are people in the Pantheon who wanted to treat normal humans poorly?” Cyclops asked, trying to verify what Dryad just implied.

“No, no, not in the Pantheon… well, except maybe Charon, but even he isn’t outright abusive to normal humans or anything like that, it’s more that he’d trust a Chained over a human, and even then he has his reasons.” Dryad struggled to defend the senior Pantheon member even though Cyclops had never met him.

Cyclops didn’t want to hold an opinion on someone he hadn’t met yet, so he spoke out.

“Ah, don’t tell me about specific people, just, please explain.” Cyclops asked, looking at Dryad, but making sure to keep his hands on the wheel of the car.

It could look wrong if he started turning to look at Dryad more than he already was of course, not to mention she already had a boyfriend.

“Oh. Okay? Um, well, there are Chained in all three groups that don’t really see humans as equals of any kind, and would even like treating them as lesser. I won’t lie and say I see humans as equals, but there really isn’t a reason to mistreat them in my opinion.” Dryad started, looking down at her hands and twiddling her thumbs together.

“Those Chained, well, they exist in our groups. But they won’t do anything about their feelings, they won’t act on their wants because that would bring the attention of the Lords on them.” Cyclops widened his eyes slightly before he started driving once more.

“Odysseus, Solomon and Lu Bu… they deal with dissenters themselves?” Cyclops asked and Dryad nodded.

“Yeah… if a Lord actually wished it, a Chained of their own faction is incapable of fighting them. Odysseus doesn’t exercise that power often due to his dislike for it, but he could feasibly defeat all other Greek Chained.” Cyclops got the idea.

In combat strength, Cyclops should theoretically be Odysseus’ equal, much weaker than beings like Manticore let alone Typhon.

But Odysseus was a Lord. If he wanted to he could just bypass all of that and make the Chained incapable of attacking him or defending themselves from his attacks.

It was like how rock-paper-scissors worked if Cyclops thought about it. A Lord would always defeat a Chained of the same faction, much like rock would always beat scissors.

“But the Chained from other factions don’t suffer that weakness?” Cyclops asked, and Dryad nodded.

“Yeah, Baal could kill Odysseus pretty easily actually. He won’t because they’re actually pretty good friends, but the possibility is there.” Dryad pointed out and Cyclops got the idea.

Against their own factions, Lords were basically an automatic win, but against other factions they would struggle without their own support.

No Lord, not even the ruler of Tartarus, was top-ranked on the scale of power. Gilgamesh was certainly powerful enough to be considered high-rank, but that wasn’t because of her ability but her equipment instead.

From what Cyclops could recall Gilgamesh’s actual ability left her as a low-rank in power…

“Lords are rulers, generals, but they aren’t innately combatants?” Cyclops asked, wondering aloud.

“Well Lu Bu is definitely a fighter, he can be considered high-rank due to his skill alone… but the main use of his ability is to learn fighting styles and then teach them to others actually.” That last bit was a surprise to both Solomon and Lu Bu when Odysseus suggested the Asian man try and teach someone how to fight.

The student was actually skilled enough to survive in a fight against low ranked Chained now.

“Huh. That’s kind of cool actually… wait a minute, we’re supposed to be looking for Chimera.” Cyclops pointed out, giving Dryad a look as she laughed.

“I know, I know.” So she said, but-

“You know how to find them don’t you? So why weren’t you saying anything and just having me drive in what looks to be a circle?” Cyclops asked, keeping his eyes on the road, but knowing that Dryad had just adopted a nervous look.

“Ah… you noticed that huh? Sorry about that, I just figured you could use some time to think before meeting up with Chimera and then heading off to Area seven. And you did say driving made you calmer.” Dryad pointed out and Cyclops rolled his eyes.

Dryad wasn’t wrong, Cyclops really was calmer since the morning, plus he wasn’t even allowed to drive the hover bus because Manticore was afraid of Cyclops being reckless.

Manticore was completely right about Cyclops wanting to drive fast, but Cyclops at least knew he shouldn’t do that in a double-decker bus that floated…

Well, Cyclops knew but would he actually care? Even Cyclops wasn’t sure.

“Well thanks, but we really should be looking for-” Cyclops was interrupted as he widened his eyes and slammed his foot on the brakes, a man with red hair running in front of the car and slamming his hands on it.

“Let me in!” Whoever the man was, he seemed really worried as he shouted this, and Dryad was apparently already leaning back to open one of the doors…

“Hey who is that?” Cyclops shouted as the guy ran around the car to the open door, trying to close the door behind him quickly… and a man was running out of a nearby house with a machete in hand.

“You know what, never mind, I’m sure escaping is more important.” Cyclops said in faux conversational tone as he shifted back into gear and slammed his foot on the gas, the car taking off with a sudden lurch and causing the still open door to slam into the guy, the door slamming closed from the force.

“…He was dead when we got here, agreed?” Dryad said looking in the side mirror with worry… then breathing a sigh when the man stood up slowly.

“Get back here and take responsibility you asshole!” the man screamed, a girl with dishevelled hair running out of the house and looking at the car driving off…

Cyclops saw all this from his rear view mirror, making sure to take the nearest corner before focusing on the road.

“…Did I just play getaway driver for a ‘you slept with my daughter’ situation?” Cyclops asked carefully, still a bit surprised by this.

“Close, that was his younger sister. His daughter was still getting untangled from the sheets.” The guy in the back said with a chuckle and a smirk, Dryad laughing in the passenger seat.

“Roku you’re still funny as hell! It’s nice to see you again, but where the heck are your siblings?” Focusing on the neck of the man apparently named Roku, Cyclops noted that he had a collar with an omega symbol on it…

Roku was a Chained. A Greek Chained. And the only ones supposed to be in Area three were…

“So you’re one of the Chimera triplets? My name’s Cyclops.” Cyclops said aloud as he turned into an alley way, still driving quite quickly away from that strange situation.

“Oh so you’re the new Cyclops! I was wondering who was driving, I mean, Dryad here can’t after that dune buggy incident.” That was the third time he heard about it in one day, Cyclops was getting really curious.

And why was it only being mentioned now?

“I still say that kangaroo was the problem…” Dryad mumbled, only making Cyclops even more curious as to what the heck this incident entailed.

“But to be fair you were the one who decided a parachute and volleyball net were necessary, that kangaroo and the koala were innocent in all of it.” Roku pointed out and Cyclops finally couldn’t take it anymore, stopping the car in the alley.

“Alright, either explain exactly what happened with this dune buggy incident or tell us where to find your siblings, take your pick!” Cyclops shouted, breathing heavily after his outburst.

“…” “…” the two who were talking calmly just a moment ago went silent looking at Cyclops with widened eyes.

“…So knowing Shi and Go, Go is probably at the library and Shi is probably at a bar somewhere.” Roku finally said, and Cyclops felt the steering wheel get crushed slightly under his hands as he realized they would rather change the subject than explain the dune buggy incident.

“Ah. That actually makes sense… why didn’t I think of that?” Dryad pointed out, going along with Roku’s subject change as Cyclops sighed.

Hopefully they’d stop talking about that situation now.

“So where should I drive to get to the library?” Cyclops asked, Roku moving along so he could stick his head between the two front seats.

“I’ll give directions, but first get us out of this alley, I have no idea where we are from here.” Cyclops nodded, pressing on the accelerator.

He hoped the other siblings weren’t this troublesome…

Compared to Cyclops, Manticore was having a much easier time in Area three.

“So, Manticore… why is it that you’re here? I thought Odysseus agreed that the Chained presence in Area three was to be a minimum.” Of course, Manticore was only having an easier time comparatively.

Talking to the current leader of the Eyes of the Hunter was always a bit odd, and from time to time, difficult.

“Well, Viktor… it’s Odysseus’ fault, you have to believe me!” Manticore said with his hands together in a pleading manner, getting a roll of the eyes from the man ‘second only to the Hunter’.

Really, if Viktor had firearms he probably could kill Chained too… and that was before Lu Bu got to him.

Yeah… that training situation was scary to all who knew it, and Manticore knew that even he would struggle to kill Viktor right now.

Viktor was still a base human and would die from one or two good hits from Manticore, but Manticore would struggle to get those hits in.

“Oh I believe you. Aaron is aggravating like that. That still didn’t ask my question, why are you here? And don’t think you can lie to me by saying you’re the only Chained from the Pantheon here. I saw the bus.” Viktor pointed out, accepting a cup of coffee from Kevin, the person Viktor was originally training to replace himself.

Viktor judged Kevin to be worthy based solely on his ability to make coffee.

“…Right, for a moment I forgot you were that observant… we, as in Dryad, Harpy, the new Cyclops and myself, we’re here for the Chimera triplets. Odysseus is hosting a party for Cyclops’ entry into Tartarus.” Viktor took a very audible sip from his coffee while staring at Manticore, setting his cup down for a moment.

“…Manticore what’s the real reason?” Viktor asked, knowing of Aaron’s annoying habit of killing a hundred birds with one word.

He’d say ‘two birds with one stone’ but Aaron was far too productive to get just two birds or even be the one to throw the stone.

The stone thrower was usually Typhon, but the other members of the Pantheon got their time in too.

“Right, the real reason… um, he didn’t explicitly give one, but I can guess?” Viktor sighed at the other bad habit Aaron had… that being that the man known as Odysseus didn’t like letting others know all the reasons behind his orders or what he did.

“I’d take a guess over that completely nonsensical reason you just gave.” Viktor pointed out, taking a sip of his coffee while waiting for Manticore to speak.

“Well, I think the party is just an excuse to gather all the Pantheon members in one place… but if that was all that needed to be done, then we wouldn’t need to come fetch the Chimera triplets.” Manticore pointed out working up to his explanation, but that ‘gathering in one place’ was definitely part of why Odysseus ordered all this.

One of the many, many reasons…

“So, I’m thinking that Aaron wanted us, or more specifically, me, to monitor the situation in the other Areas.” Viktor nodded, that seemed a bit more likely, especially with what was going to be happening in the next three months.

“In Area one, I checked up on the Biological Cradle, and while it’s still being left alone, I doubt Tartarus management isn’t monitoring it so I didn’t get too close. As for Area two, Harpy ended up killing Dracone since he was living in a pretty important location within that Area so we can set up surveillance easily.” Viktor got the idea, Manticore would be checking out certain Areas for Aaron.

Granted, Aaron had an information network that surpassed even the Eyes of the Hunter, so he probably knew the situation better than Manticore did, but having someone like Manticore check things out was very different than having someone not ‘in the know’ check things out.

That, and Manticore was basically a ninja, even with Tartarus Management being on the lookout for him they still rarely found him.

Which was funny given Manticore went everywhere in a suit and had a very noticeable voice.

“No doubt Harpy thinks it was a coincidence she ended up fighting Dracone?” Viktor asked with a raised eyebrow, daring Manticore to disprove that point.

“Yep, though it really wasn’t planned, Aaron had left Dracone alone because he was inadvertently guarding that location, but this is arguably better as Aaron can replace him with someone more trustworthy.” Manticore pointed out and Viktor gave an awkward smile as he lifted his cup to his lips.

Sure… not planned… the problem was that even if it wasn’t explicitly asked for, Aaron would have considered the possibility of Harpy facing Dracone.

The only reason Aaron allowed everyone to ‘do as they pleased’ was because he studied those around him to the point that he knew exactly what they would do.

Knowing the most likely and least likely possibilities all at once, Aaron could arrange for events to play out as he wanted just by doing a few specific actions, saying a few words, showing himself in one Area but having events occurring on the other side of Tartarus…

The Key comprised of four groups, Viktor considered his own group as an equal even if most in Tartarus only counted the three which had Chained.

The Eyes of the Hunter provided human resources, manpower.

Ars Goetia provided technological advancements, they were assisting in regards to weaponry, transportation and armour.

The Fourth Kingdom provided discipline and training, they possessed the highest count of physically powerful biological Chained of all the groups in Tartarus.

And the Pantheon provided the direction, the plan, with Odysseus at the helm of the Pantheon he guided the Key towards their ultimate goal.

So with that knowledge, Viktor approved of Aaron as a leader and tactician… but at the same time, Viktor was terrified of Aaron’s potential for causing mayhem, if Aaron were an enemy, a proper one, Viktor would fear for his life.

“As for what you’re doing here, I can guess. Let Aaron know that we have started mass manufacturing, but we won’t be able to provide for everyone.” Viktor pointed out, looking to Kevin who nodded.

“From the reports we could possibly provide for most members of the Eyes, but if we were to try and also provide for every Chained…” Kevin tapered off, implying that it wasn’t going to happen.

“Knowing Aaron, that’s an acceptable amount, Chained are meant to fight without guns anyway.” Manticore pointed out with a smirk.

Viktor and Kevin smirked in turn, knowing that Gilgamesh wasn’t going to know what hit her.

As the three were about to continue speaking, the door to the office opened and a woman walked in, looking slightly awkward.

“Uh, sir? We’re getting reports of Chained running around… and the Chimera triplets apparently got into a fight.” The woman stated and Viktor and Kevin both gave Manticore a pointed look.

After palming his face and sighing deeply, Manticore stood up from his chair, looking to the woman with dead eyes.

“Why are they fighting, and with who?” Manticore asked slowly, remembering why the junior Pantheon members weren’t really supposed to gather in one place without supervision.

“Uh, ‘giant mechanical dogs’. That’s what the report said.” The woman added, and Manticore lost his dead eyed look for a more sharper glare, not particularly aimed at the woman as he looked to Viktor and Kevin.

“It’s the doctor… guess he decided to launch a surprise siege on the triplets… bet he didn’t expect them to have backup.” Manticore pointed out, and Viktor and Kevin nodded.

Manticore rushed out of the room, his scorpion tail unwrapping itself from his waist as his wings shot out from his back…

Unlike Harpy, Manticore couldn’t actually fly, but they certainly helped him jump further as he jumped up to the roof, looking for the closest source of mayhem.

Watching a plume of dusty smoke shoot upwards to the north, Manticore knew where he had to move.

Jumping forward, Manticore hoped the fight was over before he got there.

The Hydra triplets were the best suited for fighting those Hell-hounds due to their acidic abilities, as for Manticore he had no real effective abilities against them bar brute strength towards their joints.

And even then he wasn’t strong enough to effectively take them out.

On the other hand, if the Chimera triplets were together with Cyclops and Harpy…

Well, then they truly did have a shot.

Relaxing in his chair, Aaron sighed tiredly when the phone on his desk began to ring, reaching out to answer.

“Odysseus, lord of puns and the greatest director speaking.” Aaron said jokingly, still tired but knowing that he had to focus on this conversation.

“Sure you are. So, did you get support for those Chimera of yours?” Aaron looked over to the couch in his office, Medusa seated on a laptop looking up and into his eyes before she nodded.

“Of course I did. Thanks for the information again by the way, as the Chimera triplets are necessary to our victory after all.” Aaron said calmly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his desk.

“If you say so, I will believe you. I’m still looking for info on Gilgamesh’s Chained, but they were among the first created, they’re hard to find info on.” Aaron raised a brow, thinking for a moment.

“It’s no problem Trojan. Rather, try and check the Holo-net for Sumerian creation myths, monsters specifically. Something might be found there.” Aaron added finally.

“I’ll check it out. My next patrol is going to be in Area five by the way.” Recalling the Area mentioned, Aaron shrugged.

“We got no one there so go ahead. Good luck Trojan.” Aaron ended the call, changing to his music play list.

Things were progressing nicely… the beats were good too.