Deacon felt relieved as the fog began to thin and asphalt replaced dirt under foot. He felt so relieved that he actually slowed down and took a look around him. He realized they were at a service tinnel, tagged by local gangs. In typical fashion there were warnings, probably to rival gangs, another reference to a chass board, and another of those headache inducing symbols. Deacon felt rather proud of his rational explaination, "Gang tags, see?" He points out the prominant displays, "A warning to a rival gang to keep out. This refernce to a chess board is probably code of some kind, and here this symbol is most likely the symbol of the gang. They are probably Goth kids in some basement playing at witchcraft. Nothing to worry over, come on."<br/><br/>Of course he was trying to convince himself of this even as he entered the service tunnel. He was still trying to get his bearings so as to figure out how to get to the theater.