And now I was adrift.
I was, in a way, back to square one. I had to get through today, then get through this week. I’d figure out where to go from there. I headed to my room.
In fact, you’ll be worse than back to square one if you decide to pursue the heroic career. You’re already known as a villain, and as an enemy of certain groups.
My backpack sat beside my bedside table, and a quick investigation revealed it still contained a lot of what I’d stashed in there a week ago, back when I’d expected to spend a few days at Brian’s. Clothes, basic toiletries, cash, an unused disposable phone.
All neatly packed already. Handy!
I added more money, the card with the info for my supervillain bank account, and a few more things.
Hm. I wonder if she’d go to the Protectorate with this money and all the information she has on Coil, the Undersiders, the Travellers and so on, now that she’s cutting ties with the Undersiders.
Checking the room for anything I thought I might need, I found myself looking at my dresser. Resting on top were the katana I’d claimed as a prize from one fight, and the piece of amber Brian had given me.
Looking at nostalgia-inducing items while she’s here – not at all surprising.
I wonder, is she going to take the amber with her? Does she want to keep a reminder of Brian?
I stuck the amber in my bag, surrounding it with clothes to pad it, and then zipped it up.
She does.
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