The gang got some intel about a possible HQ for the 1 Light, and decided to check it out tonight. So I’m typing this on my phone.
Starting to wonder if we’re actually gonna do anything except watch dark buildings. We’re itching to do something more. Ready to take someone down. The end could be coming any time, but so far we can’t do anything to stop it.
Hold up. Ratchet just called me over.
Guys… this stakeout might not be a bust after all. Ratchet heard something off in the distance. Couple of pickup trucks driving up to the gate.
Whitecoats unloading long metal boxes with chains wrapped around them. Wheeling them inside.
Just saw a couple of feathers swept out of one of the trucks. (Birdfreak vision gets good use at times like this.)
What if more birdkids are in those boxes?
Gotta run—gonna get closer. If this place is anything like the School, it’s time for a rescue mission.