There seriously was one. It slid up and out of the way the moment Jak approached, though.
A very useful hidden door, that.
Jak walked down the teensy stairs to the next door, which slid open, too, revealing a relatively small room with at least a dozen beds set up on all ends. The heat of a small... well, fireplace wasn't the word. Something small and metal producing some flames on the inside-- kept it all warm.
At the back of the room was a well-lit table, a crapload of maps, and one heavily tattooed man with red dreadlocks.
It looked like some of the militia safe houses Triela had raided for the Agency, actually. Which probably explained the hidden door, thing.
Triela's eyes automatically scanned the space, assessing cover, of course, but also trying to figure out just how good whoever these people were. You could tell a lot about someone by the way they arranged their safehouses, and by what sort of equipment they had lying around.
There was all kinds of equipment stored; there was even an entire zoomer hanging from the ceiling, half-dismantled for parts. And they had intel. A whole lot of very accurate maps.
Torn eyed him. "Bringing friends?" he said, all sardonic.
"She's a good shot," Jak said, seeking eye-contact. He wasn't about to lose this one.
Comments 31
Wait... there wasn't seriously a hidden door, right? That'd be... so cliched.
Reply
A very useful hidden door, that.
Jak walked down the teensy stairs to the next door, which slid open, too, revealing a relatively small room with at least a dozen beds set up on all ends. The heat of a small... well, fireplace wasn't the word. Something small and metal producing some flames on the inside-- kept it all warm.
At the back of the room was a well-lit table, a crapload of maps, and one heavily tattooed man with red dreadlocks.
"Torn," Jak said, in greeting.
Torn looked up.
Reply
Triela's eyes automatically scanned the space, assessing cover, of course, but also trying to figure out just how good whoever these people were. You could tell a lot about someone by the way they arranged their safehouses, and by what sort of equipment they had lying around.
[Stupid LJ!]
Reply
Torn eyed him. "Bringing friends?" he said, all sardonic.
"She's a good shot," Jak said, seeking eye-contact. He wasn't about to lose this one.
Reply
Leave a comment