Alejandro's tan oxford leather shoes clicked and clacked in the pothole-ridden streets of downtown Detroit. Stricken with poverty, the area was a mish-mash of abandoned warehouses and dilapidated industrial buildings with a couple of equally dilapidated houses here and there. His beige colored suit and dark navy blue shirt underneath caught the attention of the people he walked passed by. His attire, the complete opposite of what the area signified. It oozed class. Yet, Alejandro seemed to be at home. He acted like he belonged there, or at the very least, he felt very comfortable.
As he traversed deeper into the area, sounds of power tools became more audible. Flashes of incredibly bright, blueish hued light pierced through the smog whenever the welding rods made contact with metal. Bright orange sparks from grinding periodically accompanied it. Some faint banter could be heard from the workers that grew louder and clearer as he neared his destination.
313 Motor Cityt Modifications. A custom bike and car shop, hidden in plain sight. Right in the heart of the poorest area in Detroit.
The Chimera of Colombia made keen observations of the location. His eyes that were concealed behind his sunglasses, shifted from left to right, scanning the area. Before heading into the interior of the shop.
With a distinct, unique accent, he asked one of the workers. "Who do I talk to for a unique build I have in mind for a bike?"
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