The Underworld
The Underworld, as it was known to the inhabitants of Syntere's upper, or rather newer city, harbored criminals of all sorts within the various slums and and trash filled streets. Every minute one would pass by an ex-convict, a mercenary, a cybernetic organism, a pirate, a petty thief, a scumbag, the list would go on. Meanwhile, prostitutes lined the street, any kind really, male and female alike. The place had many street signs, but most were in poor condition. The neon sign of a small clinic read as Ne ls n Med ca Ce ter, the other letters had burnt out.
Out of all the stores and businesses that lived in the underworld, only bars, nightclubs, and clinics survived. The former two were obvious, they were hangouts for the transient kind, and meeting places for larger criminal groups. Though, bartenders were heavily staffed and armed, which meant that any thief or group attempting to destroy their business, would likely be met with retaliatory gunfire. This was also the reason why a number of personally owned stores disappeared quickly early on when the new city established itself. Mafia groups and gangs immediately ransacked the old streets and established the laws.
As these groups went on to consolidate their control over the liquor chains, they met...trouble to say the least. One infamous incident involved Tessner's Bar, now a popular locale for the underworld bugs, and the Marichioni family, a mafia patriarchy. The Marichionis were attempting to establish their perimeter in the industrial district of the old city, and Tessner's Bar, owned by William Tessner, was on the last square to be covered. Salvator Marichioni, the youngest son, a hot head, and a bit of a dumbass, attempted to take it by force with a group of henchmen. Tessner, however, held his ground, and with the help of his fellow bartenders and waiters managed to hold their own in a gunfight against Salvator and henchmen. Salvator was lucky he managed to get out alive. He returned to tell his father, Luciano, known as "Papa" back then, about the events. Subsequent attempts to take Tessner's by force were met with failure, eventually the Marichionis gave up.
As for the latter reason, people always had money, that was stolen, and wounds. Both, helped clinics to prosper.
Nadd knew the streets almost like the back of his hand. Thus, instead of dressing the way he would normally dress in the house, he decided to stick with a trench coat that covered the underlying layer of personal body armor that he had on. Instead of driving in one of his newer cars that he managed to buy with laundered money, he decided it was best that he shuffled about like the rest of them.
As he reached a bar, he decided to tap his communicator once to make a final call before he went in.
"Are you sure this is the place, Saul?"
"Positive, the man you're lookin' for frequently hangs out there, and if he isn't there. I can you send you the coordinates of other bars that he goes to."
"The way you say it, it sounds like he's a drunk. Are you sure about this guy?"
"Okay, so he likes to drink, so what? Everybody's got problems, but he's got a clean record with me, and he's definitely competent and capable."
"We'll see..."