So, this, plus chapter three and the next couple chapters is gonna be a mini-story. I feel like I need to explain what's up with Red Alert. I based the Underground concept on the tube system in London. Which is likely the same as any other subway/Underground/Metro system. Sorry.


Firestar looked around, biting her lower lip component. "Where are we going?"

"Do you have an Underground card?"

"Well... yes... but..."

"Good, because traffic is awful, I do not wish to be seen on the street, and the shuttles are nearly abandoned at this megecycle of the solarcycle." Nightbird padded toward the nearest station. "Come with me."

Firestar followed her. "Can I please ask what you need from me?"

"Not in an unsecure location."

"... where would be a secure location?"

"I will give you a hint: the Underground is the least secure location in Iacon." Nightbird flashed her card to the attendant, who nodded, snapped off a salute, and opened the gate to let her through. Firestar followed her, and they boarded one of the shuttles.

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Firestar heard the door hiss shut behind her, and bit her lower lip component. "What's this about my sire, then? What do you need from him?"

"We have some concerns regarding him, nothing to worry about. We need to know, however, where he is. Do you know?"

"He should be home... but Miss Nightbird, my sire's not well... not mentally, anyway... please tell me what's wrong, I'm getting worried."

"Oh, no, no, there is no reason to be worried." Nightbird stood from her chair. "No, no reason at all. Now, if you would follow my associate Nightbeat here, he will take you to a waiting area where you can wait for your creator to come and get you."

Firestar turned around to see a dark mech standing beside the door. "How did... please Miss, I need to know what my sire's done wrong..."

"It is none of your concern, now I insist that you follow Nightbeat, before I become angry." She examined the manicured ends of her fingers. "You seem very nice, and I do not want you to see me angry."

Firestar was eventually escorted away, and Nightbird glanced up as her partner entered the room. "Yes, Nightbeat?"

Nightbeat crossed his arms.

"Oh I forgot. No glossa means no proper speech." Her partner gave her a look of pure hatred, but she ignored it. "Now, if you please, I need you to retrieve Inferno."


Oops. Nightbird's a bitch. Sorry.