This is the underground parking.
Below the Bolago Club is a vast interconnected parking lot, somewhat similar to the underground market in the East District, just not as grand in scale.
If you don't want to wander around on the surface between the apartment area and the core business district, just find an entrance to go down, traverse to the corresponding area, and then take the elevator up.
Access to the area requires membership.
John followed Jilead a few steps and saw the alternating yellow and white electronic gates.
Six armed guards blocked the way.
They were different from the gang lackeys roaming the streets—dressed in standard black suits, wearing Argos Company's laser sunglasses, with a distinctive golden boutonniere at their chest.
John's prosthetic eye flashed with light.
Scanned a high-end loadout.
The muscles on these black guys' bodies were tougher than car belts.
[Feels like a reckless mix of materials.]
Sora provided a fair assessment.
