As we got close enough for me to wonder what direction to take, I saw the streak of smoke as an huge armored suit plunged down from the sky, just a block away.
Hi there. Friend?
Possibly a Protectorate member from out of town, or a member of the Guild. Or maybe a solo villain… lots of options here. I don’t think it’s anyone we know, at least – the smoke and flight doesn’t seem like Armsmaster…
It was clue enough for Tattletale to pull me forward to follow it. Reaching the end of the street, we saw our destination on the other side of a nearly empty four lane road.
At first I thought it seemed a bit odd for such a high-bandwidth escape route to be empty, but then I realized that’s probably exactly why it’s empty – the people who needed to use it to escape may have reached their shelters already.
The building was fairly nondescript. Six stories tall, it featured dark brown brick and dark tinted windows, and sat alone on a grassy hill.
It’s funny how you never really see “nondescript” as the only description for something in decent-quality literature.
I probably mentioned that back in 5.1, too, I guess. I seem to recall the villain pub (whose name escapes me at the moment) also being described as nondescript.
A nearly empty parking lot sat between us and the building, and a stretch of beach sat on the far end. People in PRT uniforms stood guard around the parking lot and entrance, and four of the five vehicles in the parking lot were PRT vans, with turret-mounted hoses and armored exteriors. As good an indication as any that this was the meeting place.
Yeah, looks like the right place.
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