With that in mind, I surrendered myself of that responsibility for the present. Much in that same way, I cast off all the other worries, great and small.
I really like this scene so far.
A light flashed ahead of us. Three blinks, then two.
Morse code? Or just a general identification thing?
“Regent!” Tattletale called out.
Regent raised a flashlight and flashed it twice, paused, then flashed it twice again.
Seems like the latter.
There was one flash in response.
Grue slowed his boat as we reached our destination. Our meeting place was in the center of the lake, one of the buildings that still partially stood above water, leaning to one side so a corner of the roof was submerged, the opposite corner peaking high.
Seems like a nice enough place for our villain picnic.
Heh, and here I was theorizing about a fancy yacht earlier 😛
Come to think of it, a yacht would probably be dangerous. Too much glass, making it vulnerable to the one Slaughterhouse member who flies.
Tattletale didn’t slow our boat like Grue had his, and instead steered the boat in a wide ‘u’ to ride it up onto the corner of the roof.
Heh, neat.
Regent and I hopped out to grab the front of the boat and help pull it up. When Grue rode his boat aground as well, a little more carefully, we helped him too. Bitch hopped out and spent a moment using gestures and tugs on the puppy’s leash to get her dogs arranged and settled.
And thus, the Undersiders have arrived. 🙂
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