Nothing, the whole place cleared out. Camera’s dangling off green and red wires in every corner of every room. Every bottle of spirits smashed along with all the glassware. The beer taps have been crudely snapped and the bar stools lay in shards of wood and expensive upholstery. Every casino gaming table has been smashed, chips and tokens smeared around the floor. I nearly lose my footing on the ball from the roulette table.
My heart hurts. The adrenalin from the anticipation of a violent confrontation has decided to pummel my relaxing body.
I follow Underwood towards the back office. A large room, probably one and fifty square feet. It is absolutely destroyed. The weak lighting that emanates from the few fittings that aren’t smashed fails to camouflage the wanton destruction that has taken place in here. Computers and electrical equipment has been destroyed, there are holes in the walls and broken tables and and chairs cover the floor. Reams of paper covers the mess like a melting layer of thin snow.
‘Where is everyone?’ I say, to myself but out loud.
Underwood is looking at individual pieces of paper then tossing them away. He looks up at me.
‘They’ve battened down, I think.’ he walks back out towards the main casino. I survey the scene one last time. There’s fuck all here. I walk back to to the casino. Where are the Changs? Where are the new boys? This so-called climax of gang warfare is now just silence
As I push open the main door through to the casino …
‘
