RP Post: Comrades in Arms
They had driven for a good while when Miriam finally drove down to San Francisco's warehouse district and brought them into an underground parking garage. "The whole building's technically a safehouse. We'll use the top floor. I have a garden on the rooftop that you might find a bit pleasant after all that craziness."
The whole place had a strange air. It did not seem quite as polluted as the neighborhood around it, and greenery grew around the place in such profusion that it cracked the concrete in places. "It's a bit of a personal hideaway. I for one find it restful."
She led him to the service elevator and up to the fifth floor, which turned out to be a large half-finished loft in brick and timber. A sniper rifle mount and a telescope sat in a window on each side of the floor. "Here we are."
The whole place had a strange air. It did not seem quite as polluted as the neighborhood around it, and greenery grew around the place in such profusion that it cracked the concrete in places. "It's a bit of a personal hideaway. I for one find it restful."
She led him to the service elevator and up to the fifth floor, which turned out to be a large half-finished loft in brick and timber. A sniper rifle mount and a telescope sat in a window on each side of the floor. "Here we are."