The black market was tucked underground, once a bomb shelter, now turned into a bustling hidden marketplace. Because the people pulling strings behind those shops were all shady figures, this place was pretty much a no-man's-land.
No one's brave enough to mess with it—not the law, not the gangs, not even the curious.
Megan tied up her hair, slipped on a mask and threw on a baseball cap she'd "borrowed" from Rachel. She walked into a self-service adult toy shop like it was her backyard.
Behind a hidden door inside, a staircase led her down. Most stores had their doors shut, but it was clear they were open for business.
She headed straight to the section for advanced gear and stepped into a familiar shop she used to visit often.
The owner was a young guy, busy gaming at his
