It was easy enough for Frank to get out of the building with a cab waiting for him and already paid for. When the vehicle pulled into the parking lot Frank could tell this was one of the bad parts of downtown. Gang Symbols adorned each street wall except for the lone gym as if it were a sort of neutral territory. The place was run down but he could easily hear the sounds of both men and women excersising and fighting. The front wooden double doors easily opened into a waiting area no bigger then a living room with a young man standing at the counter, stuffing his face with chinese food before he looked up to Frank. "Mya?" he tried to say though the full mouth made it a little hard to talk.