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Jack wouldn't know the exact moment when the moon rose.
But other than that particular disadvantage of being underground, the space Hank McCoy had found for him under Manhattan was perfect. The warrens of broad, almost dry abandoned tunnels were close to a mile in total length, capped with a fall-out shelter at one end and a high metal gate at the other.
Just as the sun began to set, Jack checked the lock and turned quickly to walk deeper into the maze. He left Hank and Emma -- both armed with silver bullets they were sworn to use if anything went wrong -- on the other side. (Contrary to the scientist's hopes, no one would be playing tag tonight.)
( Cut for length. )
[OOC: NFB. WOE.]
But other than that particular disadvantage of being underground, the space Hank McCoy had found for him under Manhattan was perfect. The warrens of broad, almost dry abandoned tunnels were close to a mile in total length, capped with a fall-out shelter at one end and a high metal gate at the other.
Just as the sun began to set, Jack checked the lock and turned quickly to walk deeper into the maze. He left Hank and Emma -- both armed with silver bullets they were sworn to use if anything went wrong -- on the other side. (Contrary to the scientist's hopes, no one would be playing tag tonight.)
( Cut for length. )
[OOC: NFB. WOE.]
