Skyway Angel (Skyway Series Book 2) by James K. Douglas

Author:James K. Douglas [Douglas, James K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-14T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Silent static jumped between black clouds, illuminating the worn brick faces of the apartment buildings a mile outside the city center. Neon lights advertised small businesses and shops, while digital billboards hanging high on the buildings played an endless loop of commercials. Our taxi driver periodically switched on her wipers to clear away the misting rain collecting on the windshield.

The ground level city never seemed to sleep. At any point of the day or night, it was possible to find food, drink, or entertainment. But still, some industries can’t survive without the help of money flowing in from Uppers coming down to find the things that can’t be bought above the Skyway. The fact that most of those Uppers run on banker’s hours is why I was so surprised to hear about a professional fight happening after midnight.

Arriving on Barrett Ave., I expected to find signs for a small arena, or maybe a gym hosting the event. At the very least, I hoped to see a banner with directions to a makeshift courtyard boxing ring, but there was nothing. It still felt like the right place, though, because there wasn’t a single person in sight. As I pondered the possibilities, the cab came to a stop in front of a ten story parking garage.

“Here you go, gentlemen,” our driver said, turning to flash us a smiling face, framed by light grey hair.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“You guys are going to the fight, ain’tcha? I’ve had three fares going to Barrett tonight, and all of them were heading to the fights.”

I glanced at Cassdan. “Pay the lady,” I said, climbing out.

Outside the confines of the vehicle, the presence of the event became obvious. A cool breeze carried the sounds of cheering voices and metallic impacts down to us from one of the upper floors. I thought I could see flashing lights on the fourth level.

The elevator was out, so we had to make the climb on foot. Slowly, we made our way upward as we walked a lap around each floor of the parking deck. Most of the spaces we passed were full, either with a dented up old car, or with a small shack constructed to protect a homeless person from the cold, and give them a modicum of privacy.

As we came closer to the fourth floor, the sounds of the fight grew louder. I could hear metal scraping metal, deep crunches, and heavy impacts. Every noise was immediately followed by an uproarious cheer. To me, it sounded like a demolition derby, except for the lack of tire screeches.

Arriving on the fourth floor, all I could see was the crowd, a thick throng of well dressed bodies. Fists pumped in the air, cheering on the competitors. Vicious calls of “Smash it!” and “Knock its head off!” rose above the rest. Not seeing our target anywhere, I checked to make sure Cassdan was still close before I started pushing my way into the mass.

It was hard to see anything but the backs of people’s heads, so I pressed toward the center, toward the fight.

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