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The team’s HQ was not the size I was expecting. It was larger. And underground. I don’t know how they would begin doing something like this but, they did. And here it was.
I was even more shocked from this than I was from the city. The headquarters had a sort of rust that was all over the place. I’m assuming it was fine since they have lived down her for who-knows-how-long. It had multiple rooms. More rooms than I could count. Most of them being bedrooms. I guess they were expecting more members. Or preparing for anyone who wanted to join.
The main room was the command room. It had a giant computer on the farthest wall from the door, which was now behind us, and a sort of table in the center. That table was hooked up to the computer and was also an independent machine. Quite the work of technology.
Prunia headed over to the wall on the right and grabbed something, bringing it back to me, “Here’s your communicator. I know it’s not anything spectacular but, it works and it serves it purpose,” she explained holding it in her hand for me to take.
I picked up the small earpiece and looked at it, “I’ll put this in later,” I said, letting it rest in my balled up fist, making sure it wouldn’t slip.
“I’ll take you to your room,” Quake said, “Unless you want the tour now.”
“No. I want to sleep. Haven’t been able to do that for a while now,” I said chuckling lightly.
Quake headed for the door which slid open, allowing for me and Quake to walk into the corridor. The place was almost like a giant square or rectangle. It was amazing how all of this was underground.
“So, how long have you guys had this team formed now,” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Not very long. About 6 months. Maybe 7,” he answered, “It’s all felt like a giant blur now. I sorta lost track,” he added chuckling.
“Yeah, I understand,” I said, chuckling myself.
I didn’t take long for us to reach a door. It had nothing on it like the rest of them. All of them were labeled with what the room was, or in this case, who it belonged to.
“Well,” he said moving slightly closer to the door causing it slid open and reveal it’s inside, “Here’s your room.”
“Wow,” I said. It was a plain room. Nothing to be shocked about. But it was the fact that it was mine. I didn’t have to worry about anything when I left this room. Just that there would some low-life trying to rob a bank or some other petty crime. “Thanks,” I said to Quake before walking in, allowing the door to shut behind me.
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