The Drums of War: Part Four

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Farraday City Bunker

“Found it!”

Jenny pushes back in her chair, staring at her laptop screen in satisfaction.

CB’s head appears past the edge of the doorframe. “Yeah?”

Jenny nods. “Yeah.”

Moments later CB is standing over her shoulder, peering at the screen. “Where is that? Can you zoom it out?”

Jenny does. “It’s past the north end of the boardwalk. You see that cluster of buildings there? Looks like old warehouses and office buildings.”

“Oh,” CB says. “I know where that is. It’s a Superfund site. Nobody goes there because of all the poison.”

“Somebody does. That’s where the trace stops.”

The Drums of War: Part Three

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Dobretti's Pizza, Greenwich Village

Special Agent Phillip Henry is sitting in a wooden booth covered in graffiti, staring down at a pizza set on their wooden table, which is also covered in graffiti.

“I can’t eat all this.” His voice carries a mixture of amusement and genuine alarm, causing the man sitting across from him to burst into laughter.

“They don’t sell by the slice, boss.” Special Agent Alan Grant shakes his head, grinning at Henry’s discomfort. “Anyway, you don’t have to eat all of it. I promised to save Hu a slice, and I’m pretty sure our guest is going to be hungry. Assuming he shows up.”

The Drums of War: Part Two

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Farraday City Bunker

By the time Jenny is up and out of the shower CB and Red Shift are already dressed and staring down at the dinner table, where an actual fold-out map of Farraday City is spread over the top.

“Wow,” Jenny says, looking at the map. “I didn’t think they made those things any more.”

“So where did they trace it?” CB looks down at the map in irritation. “Saying ‘it’s in Farraday City’ isn’t very specific. We need something more specific.”

Red Shift shrugs. “Street Ronin thinks Zero can probably figure it out. They have to make some preparations before the move. Scrapper Jack hasn’t checked in yet, and Overmind and the Lieutenant are still looking into the magic thing. They have to make sure they can leave messages that won’t get intercepted.”

“I can figure what out?” Jenny goes over to the coffee and pours a cup. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Crossfire did something clever the other night,” CB says. “I’m trying not to sound impressed, so I’m complaining instead.”

The Drums of War: Part One

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Queens, 7PM

Roger Whitman stops at the end of his block, trying to figure out what’s bothering him about his street. The sun is down, and the streetlights shine dim white light that doesn’t quite reach the far end of the sidewalks. The street is empty and silent, the only sounds come from the families in their houses: TVs blaring, music playing, people laughing and shouting. The sounds aren’t overpowering—just there, familiar and comforting. Ten houses on each side of the street, cars in front of each.

That’s it. That’s what bothers him. There are too many cars.