Explosive Beginning

[hoopsonfire]

The door opens into a narrow hallway lined with numbered doors, and The Fledgling leads the way along. They go down a flight of stairs, take a turn left and do another, shorter flight before reaching the door that opens into a dark, filthy alley. "How much a shadow can you be

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[scots_wolf]

"In the shadows, I'm just another shadow," Urquhart says, slipping in after her. He is wearing a dark coat instead of a dark cloak, with a common or garden dark grey hoodie hiding his hair.

Despite his size, he looks about as unremarkable as any plain loser can look.

And in the shadows, he all but vanishes.

[hoopsonfire]

She nods, making her way to the street. "Good."

"We will see Betran first. The Worm will take us where we need to go."

The city is mostly quiet: homeless people huddle in whatever shelter they can find, the workers of the world's oldest profession hope for clientèle, a lone police officer her and there watches the streets with a disinterested look.

Welcome to Santa Monica.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart follows, all but invisible among the denizens of the Santa Monica night. On long legs, he follows the woman through the shadows.

[hoopsonfire]

"When we arrive there, beware of your words. The Worm deserves the name for more than just actions." Another alley, another street, then a few more blocks to walk.