Jogging in the Shade
Turf: Tacoma, I-5 south of Downtown
Colors: Brown and Gold
The second largest go-gang in Seattle, the Spikes fought an ongoing war with the Ancients for the top spot for years, so long that their tag was an elf ’s severed head with a spike through it. Their leader, a psychotic troll who called himself Lord Torgo, hated elves obsessively. But times and things change; Torgo died in prison last year, and the Spikes have tired of endlessly losing to the Ancients. They haven’t so much made peace as decided to focus on other things, including making some cred to take care of those fancy bikes and to party when they’re not bashing heads in (although with the Spikes that’s often the same thing). Where the Ancients are fiercely independent and arrogant as only elves can be, the Spikes are eager to work for any syndicate in Seattle that wants them and is willing to pay.
The runners recently ran afoul of this Go-Gang by murdering a number of their members while helping out in an Ancients ritual.