Gonda called the meeting immediately.
The room he used was larger than before. It had to be. The alliance was no longer only a quiet talk between a few men. After the Rust Gate matter and the public move he had made there, more groups had come closer to his side.
More than five gangs were represented in the room now.
Some leaders sat at the table. Some sent trusted men in their place. A few had joined because they wanted profit. A few had joined because they were afraid of being left outside. None of them looked fully comfortable.
Gonda sat at the head of the table.
Kundra stood behind him.
The room quieted when Gonda placed a file on the table.
"An order came from above," Gonda said.
No one asked who above meant.
By now, everyone in that room knew there was a nameless organization standing over this alliance. Some called it Wil's side. Some called it the foreign line. Some did not name it at all.
Gonda opened the file and took out several sheets.
