<strong>"Hence out little stroll."</strong><br/><br/>Junior takes a sudden turn up a blind side alley.  It winds along almost like a slit trench from the West Front, zigging and zagging every sixty feet or so.  The dark, sooty brick walls to either side, graffiti strewn, feel ominous and looming.<br/><br/><strong>"I should probably give you a bit more information on the Killjoys.  Pretty typical street gang.  They're one part crime family, one part neighborhood watch.  The difference kind of blurs together down here.  I mean, so long as you don't have something they want or get them angry, they protect you in exchange for regular payments.  Until recently, I would have thought them almost harmless."</strong><br/><br/>The look he gives you is full of meaning, most of it unpleasant.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm still trying to figure out who got them this stirred up.  What I did learn is that about a month ago, their leader caught himself a bad case of lead poisoning in a random negotiation and an outsider stepped in to take the reins after putting the fan favorite in the ER with a few broken ribs.  My money is on this being an arranged succession, because that's when they started being less neighborhood watch and more unfriendly muscle.  Ingress and her girls just got caught up in all that."</strong>He pauses.<strong>"But then I am a suspicious bastard, and she might well be the target.  She's a good way for someone to get at Door."</strong><br/><br/>By now you've reached the other end of the alleyway, emerging into a narrow space flanked by high board fences topped with barbed wire.<br/><br/><strong>"Which is part of why you're now an engaged woman, and as long as you are a good wife to Ingress I'm not going to say anything else about it.  By the by, we're being followed."</strong>