Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180727165409/@comment-25828117-20180929103112

"When the Americans made themselves at home, they demanded any and all data pertaining to the city. Maps, charts, financial figures in order for us to be incorporated in the union."

James smirked.

"So they were provided with a relatively new map of the Toronto subway system, but it doesn't show the defunct station we're heading towards. As far as they're concerned, Lower Queen Station does not exist."

"The perfect location for a hideout."

And just as James said those words they drove into an opening where the tube expanded and a platform of a station was located. They had arrived.

The platform had ramps running up from the tracks so it would be easy to get up. As with the others who arrived earlier, the platform was filled with boxes and equipment and a few armed personel keeping watch. A corridor from the platform led into a much more open space from which one could go to the make-shift mess, sleeping quarters, shooting range/storage or Harry's private quarters.

"Well, here we are."

"Well then."

Harry noticed a light blinking on a switchboard to his left. Someone had triggered the sensor at the enterance. Probably James again.

"I expect you to meet me at storage in 33 hours. You're dismissed."

The resistance leader chaperoned his agents out of his quarters and were free to wander the station. Meanwhile Trembley made his way towards the metro platform to see who it was.

Once given the headphone all Sam could hear was a faint, slightly annoying clicking sound.