On time!

Thankfully, nothing conspires to keep you up or wakes you up early to deal with some new crisis in the city. Call it pessimism, but you are shockingly intimate with Murphy's Law at some point.

If shit can happen, odds usually favor that it WILL happen.

Not always, at least. But often enough. Maybe it decided to give you a break today. While that would spell trouble for you later, you'll take it. Right now you main focus is meeting up with Jinx.

Thankfully the route is simple and easy. It takes you just under 45 minutes to get to the general area she indicated by the old radio station. It takes about 8 minutes to comb the area and find the H.I.V.E.'s old hangout.

It's still in serviceable condition. At the very least, its not broken down or beyond use. You have to wonder why they never use it anymore. But it's not really your place to question it, and it's really only a small curiosity. You highly doubt there's any real need for you to know.

The small, underground building is painted in H.I.V.E. colors of black and yellow. Other than the main lobby are doors for one bathroom and three small bedrooms (one for each member, you imagine) that have small, single beds. Unfortunate for Mammoth, since his room clearly houses the broken one that looks like someone tried to park a car on top of it. Beyond that, any sense of personal decoration or possession has long been stripped from the base.

The "lobby" has a couch and a row on monitors across from it. You guess the bite-sized chrome dome has had to scavenge a few bits and bobs, since there are portions of the wall and ceiling torn off with bits and bobs of machinery ripped out. A few pieces that lent themselves well to potentially hidden traps or security have also been taken, likely for the same chrome-dome's own use in active combat.

Really, the ankle biter might be the intellectual superior of the group, but without his toys he is just a massive liability to the trio. Even if you rely on your remote for precision with your powers, at least you aren't effectively crippled with its loss.

Eh, whatever. You're not here looking for the half-pint. you're here for Jinx.