Which reminded me of the fact that I needed to get through this maze. Labyrinth’s power was drawing many of the crawling bugs down into the ground as it refurbished the floors and consumed the piles of trash or rubble.
That’s kind of inconvenient.
I still had the bugs on the ceiling, but I didn’t want to give our presence away. Of the relatively few bugs I was willing to use, a share were being used to direct Minor and placing them in strategic locations to get a sense of the layout.
Which leaves not many for other uses should the need arise.
As the maze took shape in my head, I showed Minor the way.
Nice.
I stepped into the clearing and, double checking nobody was in earshot, I approached Trainwreck.
What, are you going to ask him whether he works for Coil or not?
Brooks followed just behind me, watching my back.
Trainwreck didn’t look like much, just going by the face. He had a round face, small eyes, greasy hair tied back in a ponytail and scarred cheeks. He looked like a homeless guy who hadn’t had a shower in a long time.
I guess Coil didn’t provide him one. More evidence he’s not currently working for Coil.
The only thing setting him apart from the Merchants were the gunshot wound near the corner of his jaw and the steam-powered armor that rendered him strong enough to pound the crap out of Armsmaster.
Oh yeah! Good times.
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