“Let’s go,” Truthless said nonchalantly, and then proceeded to exit the car. “It’s a bit of a walk to where we’re going.”
Truthless began to walk down a long tunnel, lights periodically brightening the path. After a bit of walking on a slightly upwards tilt, they finally reached a large chamber. Here, dozens of people bustled about, all looking very busy. Truthless supposed that they would; after all, the struggle against ROAR was more active that usual recently.
Nodding hello to a couple of people, Truthless made his way to a large door, steel grade with several forms of locks on it. Large men stood as guards, but as soon as they saw Truthless with Flit in tow, they stood aside. Truthless entered into the door, and saw a man sitting at a desk.
“Ah, Truthless! Good to see you back m’boy!” The man boomed. This was the leader of HOWL, a jovial man named Nictren. Nic, for short. “Did you find the recruit?”
”Yes sir, she’s right behind me. Flit, meet Nictren, our leader.”