He nodded, and we ran.
Grue was letting his darkness dissipate, for the most part, as we were under cover and out of the way. We made our way to the storm drain, using the wall for support.
The storm drain that goes into the lair?
We headed through the secured doors and into my cellar, then up the stairs to the main floor.
Yeah. How are things looking here?
> Skitter: Examine room.
My lair wasn’t burning down, but I could see the faint flicker of flame on nearby buildings through the slits on the shutters. A quick investigation with my power showed that it wasn’t anything serious. I set bugs in place as an early warning system.
Good call. Even if it’s nothing serious now, it doesn’t mean it won’t get worse.
We headed straight for the bedrooms. I wasn’t expecting to see what I did.
…
Hmmm.
Burnscar showing up there would be quite the twist.
More likely, though, it’s something to do with Genesis’ real body.
There must have been fifteen of them. Kids, none of them older than ten, some as young as four.
Oh damn, nice. Is this Sierra’s work, perhaps?
Or maybe Genesis’ power is glitching.
There were three to a bunk, sitting up or lying down. Charlotte was with them, the eldest.
Ah, Charlotte, not Sierra. Same basic idea, just not the right individual.
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