At least I could see.
I walked through my new base of operations wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of underwear. Not exactly fitting attire for a supervillain.
Oh jeez, this makes it so Taylor’s gonna need a lot more time to change in and out of her costume, doesn’t it. Her mask lenses are prescription – where before she could just take off her regular glasses, she now needs to start wrangling contact lenses in order for the mask lenses to not be all wrong.
Anyway, more to the point – looks like we’ll be spending some of this chapter exploring the Skittercave.
No… the Hive.
My new abode was three stories tall, which made it taller than Grue or Bitch’s places, which were the only ones I’d seen thus far, but it was narrow.
Nice.
It’s not shaped like an S, right?
A cafe had stood here, before, but it had been flattened by one of the first waves to hit the city.
Now the only thing on the menu is pancakes.
Coil owned at least one of the companies that was managing the restoration and reconstruction efforts, and over the past two and a half weeks, as his crews had started clearing and rebuilding on the Boardwalk, he’d had them set up some buildings, all squashed together. When the Boardwalk was fixed up, these same buildings would be at the westmost edge of the same block that had the stores, restaurants and coffee shops.
Huh, neat.
If the Boardwalk ever got going again, they would be prime real estate.
And one of those buildings is your base, did I understand that correctly?
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