“What a dump,” she said, and it wasn’t for the first time. They’d been here a few minutes now, and she still couldn’t believe this. Their temporary HQ looked like one of those deep level underground shelters used during World War II. Dawn had heard most of them were being utilized as bureaucratic storage chambers now, but this one seemed to have been forgotten by society altogether. It stretched for what looked like a half mile, and an iron spiral staircase led up to another level, where there was probably a shaft. Along the concrete walls, there were lines of bunks, only a few of which had mattresses, pillows, and blankets. But the ventilation was good, and it’d been outfitted with a kitchen, foodstuffs, computers, and weapons lockers. Still, it was bare bones. And, since the heater had just been activated, it was colder than a witch’s tit. Dawn had cozied her way into a down jacket and gloves while getting used to the degraded conditions. Not that she was high maintenance, but .
