The (Former) Warehouse Lair of Evil, Sunday morning
Last night, Kestrel and Rook's lair had been strewn with stolen knick-knacks, briefcases with money and diamonds, weapons, and a very luxurious bed they'd had shipped there a long time ago.
This morning, the only things in the undecorated space were a broken, saggy mattress; old newspapers from 1922; and Dinah and Priestly.
Dinah woke up to traffic sounds. And full, technicolor memory.
"...oh God."
[ooc: for he who used to be the Rook.]
This morning, the only things in the undecorated space were a broken, saggy mattress; old newspapers from 1922; and Dinah and Priestly.
Dinah woke up to traffic sounds. And full, technicolor memory.
"...oh God."
[ooc: for he who used to be the Rook.]