Gang Id: 36107
They used to fight blindly....they used to worship a fictitious character named Tron, their Messiah.....but, the impetus for their rise from small gang of hoodlums to the pan-continental mercantile and mercenary conglomerate, was not the smile of fortune from an ethereal entity whose power existed only within their imaginations. It was their blood, their sweat, and their determination, for they built roads paved with gold, and the blood of those who stood in the way. Though all have stumbled, few have risen so quickly, from so low, and found opportunity for dominance to match their destiny. Their lust has led them to ferry many of the living, to their death. Your pocket change be damned.....