Home...home is where the research is.
The superiors had given her a place to start. New York, the one with the rats. The mutated, aggressive, fire tossing rats she assumed. After all, normal rats, and talking rats...pretty much any other variant of rat, just weren't as entertaining.
It was a city that pulsed and hammered with her element. Lights and power grids and enough ionized air to make any girl giddy. Yes, New York was as good a place as any.
Strange, to think about procuring a site without needing to meet any of the organization standards. At least superficially. She needed a site that fit...her. Her and the girls. 1 Times Square was as good a place as any to think through what they'd need. As good a place...or better given the huge television just below the roof edge where she paced and the power lines running through the building to feed it. Yes, a good spot to get her thoughts in order. What did a troupe of Ninjas require?
Space of course. A great deal of space.
And maybe some rope.
Or wire.
Cables? Cables were good.
The warehouse district was easy to find, and it wasn't long before the girls came back with reports of just what she looking for in the area. A large warehouse, condemned appearing on the outside, but well finished on the inside. A front for...less than legal entertainments. The main bulk of the warehouse was left open and empty for the occasional rave or fighting tournament. The rear though, yes, the rear would put any penthouse to shame. Sliding glass doors sectioned off the bottom level from the warehouse. It held, as expected, a living room, well appointed bath, and large kitchen. The second level, reached by spiral staircase, was reined in by a balcony and composed of two bedrooms and another bath. And then, nested just below the ceiling, the third level. An entirely glass walled office.
After her brief survey of the premises, she sent the girls off again. Best to handle negotiations quietly at first, and for that she'd need supplies. Not exactly the kind of supplies the owner was carrying as he sauntered in; if the dropped salsa stained the rug she'd take it out of his skin. "I like the couch. You can leave it." one never got down the weighing of money with the first gambit! That was just...impolite.
No, no, the money part came after the cussing, threatening, ineffectual shooting, screaming, and the blood. The whimpering was a good place to introduce the idea. By then the girls had even returned with said funds, scoured from several cities. Small, non-sequential bills snagged from hapless vendors, people at atms, and even donation bowls in a blur of shadow and unease. It didn't stop the whimpering of course, but it did secure her a move-in date. And a title. A potion went a long way to getting her hapless Realtor on the move and packing.
With luck he'd be out of the country within a day or two. If not, well, she just might send his previous clients after him when they came knocking on the door.
Two days and the premise was hers, and hers alone. She'd find someone to supply documentation for the world presently. The rest of the day was spent running ropes and cables between the walls of the open area. A veritable maze of strings to climb and run through. A ninja playground inside, and a rough neighborhood outside to keep in check.
Yes, they could...settle...here. For as long as it lasted at any rate.
There was just one last step to make it official. Sticky notes.
It was a city that pulsed and hammered with her element. Lights and power grids and enough ionized air to make any girl giddy. Yes, New York was as good a place as any.
Strange, to think about procuring a site without needing to meet any of the organization standards. At least superficially. She needed a site that fit...her. Her and the girls. 1 Times Square was as good a place as any to think through what they'd need. As good a place...or better given the huge television just below the roof edge where she paced and the power lines running through the building to feed it. Yes, a good spot to get her thoughts in order. What did a troupe of Ninjas require?
Space of course. A great deal of space.
And maybe some rope.
Or wire.
Cables? Cables were good.
The warehouse district was easy to find, and it wasn't long before the girls came back with reports of just what she looking for in the area. A large warehouse, condemned appearing on the outside, but well finished on the inside. A front for...less than legal entertainments. The main bulk of the warehouse was left open and empty for the occasional rave or fighting tournament. The rear though, yes, the rear would put any penthouse to shame. Sliding glass doors sectioned off the bottom level from the warehouse. It held, as expected, a living room, well appointed bath, and large kitchen. The second level, reached by spiral staircase, was reined in by a balcony and composed of two bedrooms and another bath. And then, nested just below the ceiling, the third level. An entirely glass walled office.
After her brief survey of the premises, she sent the girls off again. Best to handle negotiations quietly at first, and for that she'd need supplies. Not exactly the kind of supplies the owner was carrying as he sauntered in; if the dropped salsa stained the rug she'd take it out of his skin. "I like the couch. You can leave it." one never got down the weighing of money with the first gambit! That was just...impolite.
No, no, the money part came after the cussing, threatening, ineffectual shooting, screaming, and the blood. The whimpering was a good place to introduce the idea. By then the girls had even returned with said funds, scoured from several cities. Small, non-sequential bills snagged from hapless vendors, people at atms, and even donation bowls in a blur of shadow and unease. It didn't stop the whimpering of course, but it did secure her a move-in date. And a title. A potion went a long way to getting her hapless Realtor on the move and packing.
With luck he'd be out of the country within a day or two. If not, well, she just might send his previous clients after him when they came knocking on the door.
Two days and the premise was hers, and hers alone. She'd find someone to supply documentation for the world presently. The rest of the day was spent running ropes and cables between the walls of the open area. A veritable maze of strings to climb and run through. A ninja playground inside, and a rough neighborhood outside to keep in check.
Yes, they could...settle...here. For as long as it lasted at any rate.
There was just one last step to make it official. Sticky notes.