I've mentioned the Firehouse enough times; I
think it's time I actually wrote a bit about it.
Before I met the team, I lived in my own little
apartment in Seattle. It wasn't the best place, yeah, but it was good enough
and had reliable services and was comfortable, and that was enough to work. My
main concern was slipping in and out while carrying my weapons and other runner
gear, something that residents of nice, middle-class neighborhoods aren't
supposed to do. After all, you can only do so much to conceal an Ares Alpha or
a Katana.
Wraith had floated the idea of getting
together and setting up a team base. It had a few immediately obvious advantages;
we would all know where we were and be able to grab each other for a run or in emergencies;
we would have a central storage of weapons and gear that we could all access;
we could equip it with whatever amenities and facilities we needed and, if the
worst came to the worst, if somebody was after one of us, then they’d need to
take on the rest of us as well.
