Marcus walked about the streets taking in the dark sights. The smells and the sounds overwhelmed him as he noticed different things around the city. Flaunted women, tough guy gang members, the odd corrupt cop doing the rounds, he was in the underworld and he felt he needed a reason to get violent. He figured a city this dark and depraved must have a fight club, then he can earn some scratch, buy a room for the night and move on as he always did. On the other hand, he considered finding somewhere to keep his feet planted. Get a job, start a life, and drop all that baggage he picked up from home. Thing was, the so-called "baggage" was what kept his fire going. But he didnt want to be recognised as one of the "horseman" of Sydney's streets. That reputation hounded him still from certain authorities. Still, he felt something different in the air about him, though he couldn't tell what it was.