The second building was a sort I’d seen often enough as of late. I’d stayed in similar places for nearly two weeks before rejoining the Undersiders. The structure stood in the center of the area, surrounded by tents and communal areas that were sheltered by tarps set over metal frameworks – a dining hall, a medical bay, portable washrooms.
Sounds like a decent enough shelter. So does Tattletale live inside this now? I doubt Coil would place her in a gas station.
Each of these outdoor stations had dozens of people gathered around them. It was a shelter.
It does sound like it’s actually running as a shelter, though.
She’d told me not to dress up, so I hadn’t. She’d also told me not to wash my hair today, but it was too late for that.
I guess that would help blend in with the shelter crowd.
I’d donned a brown spaghetti-strap top, rain boots and a pair of lightweight black pants that were a little worn from the past few weeks, but had the benefit of drying quickly.
I guess that would be why they’re so worn. Quick-drying pants sound good to have, the way Brockton Bay is right now.
My knife was tucked inside the waistband of my pants, at my back. Not obvious, not entirely hidden either.
Honestly, I guess no one’s gonna question a civilian carrying a partially-concealed knife these days.
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