The warehouse was in the docks part of town and was fenced off like it was a condemned building. It was, as it looked, a three level building. The structure was like a shadowy thing there, standing in the full moon light.<br/><br/>It totally crept Frederick out especially when the huge bald guy with tattoos covering his face guarded the gate greeted them.<br/><br/>“You go the passes,” he asked.<br/><br/>Robert handed the pass he had printed from the secret web site. It was a system that certain key people had a e-mail list giving the new site. All of it was underground and only those who had the information would find it.<br/><br/>“You gentleman behave yourself now. We run a friendly show so fighting,” he instructed.<br/><br/>They drove around the side and parked their vehicle with the other hundred or so other vehicles and headed too the entrance.<br/><br/>“Man you sure this is a safe thing we are doing?” Fred asked.<br/><br/>“Hell ya man. Can you hear the beat man? Really cool man, trust me,” Robert replied.<br/><br/>They entered the Rave and they soon found the sound massive pounding stroung. The crowd was packed at the stage.<br/>