It was a vast space with a dark ceiling, where several large fans and hanging lamps stretched down into the open hall.
Four large arenas stood at each corner. At the center rose a massive dome, while along the sides were various facilities: a weapon rack, a water dispenser, a refrigerator, a snack machine, and a few other essentials.
There was no denying it, the place was well maintained.
"This place is far beyond the reach of any Gen-sensor. No surveillance can touch it, and no one has the authority to question me about it. So, this is your new playground."
Kyle raised his brows. "You had something like this built in Montclair? But why?"
Blake rested his hands on his waist before answering, "This used to be a training base for our troops stationed in the city. They've been relocated now, so I visit this warehouse whenever I have free time."
Right... the Astortia family has its own private military. Of course they would have arrangements like this for their personnel.
