Waiting, it seemed, was not to last as long as they had all hoped.
Quentin found that she was almost falling asleep at the monitors, her eyes closing of their own accord as her thoughts drifted off on irrelevant tangents.
Earlier that day, she'd managed to rewire the video reception so that it picked up signals from the city itself, not just the cameras dotted about the warehouse.
She wasn't exactly sure how that would help their present situation but, if nothing else, she thought it might be a good idea to keep an eye on what was happening outside of their little bubble of protection.
How many times had Colt told her, over the past number of years, that one could never be too careful?
There were three screens, in the corner, that flickered between the twenty different warehouse cameras at randomly timed intervals, granting a spaced 360 degree view of the building, both inside and out.
The rest, however, flickered between the thousands of cameras positioned up around the city streets. If the feed for the ones inside the major buildings, like Scorp Tower, itself, hadn't been on a private system, then she was quite sure she could have wired them in as well, but hey... everyone had their limits...
It had been three days since they were chased from the park and, so far, no outsider had even ventured within sight of the warehouse. Colt had picked this place specifically for its privacy from the rest of the city. Only a few minutes-walk from the tree line, but completely hidden from the people who dwelled beyond it.
Darcy and Elizabeth, being the sly criminals they were, had volunteered to venture out into the city, two nights ago, to collect the clothing and other items of necessity from everybody's houses. Except for Elliot's, of course; they'd claimed quite loudly that they were 'never going to be caught dead in that expensive hell hole, again.' No one's quite sure where they got the spare clothes for him, but Quentin had ideas, the names of certain clothes shops popping up both within her mind and within the next-morning's papers.
It was nice, she thought, having so many people living here, together. For years it had just been Colt and herself - for half a week, at any rate.
She had been supposed to return back to her parents on Monday afternoon, but she couldn't bring herself to leave. Not after Sunday's scare. Her brother hadn't minded; in fact, she was certain she saw a hint of relief flood his features when she told him she wasn't going to risk venturing out to school, let alone wander home to her parents' house. He'd never let her go back by herself at a time like this, but they both knew it'd be even more dangerous if they went back together. It was safer for all of them if she just stayed here, and Quentin was more than happy to use that excuse to its full extent.
Her mother and father, however, had been a very different story.
They'd called her over five times, just this morning, not to mention the countless times she'd heard her phone go off, the past two days.
Though she felt bad each time, she hadn't yet picked up. She was afraid of what they'd say, of what they'd do.
At Colt's bidding, she'd never told them where he lived, and now she was thankful for the secrecy.
She didn't hate her parents; she couldn't. They were her parents, after all. They had always treated her well, loved her like parents should love their daughter.
It's what they did to Colt that had inspired that slight resentment she'd locked up inside. He'd brushed it to the side, buried it over like some distant, uneventful memory. But she had always known how much it scarred him, how much it still hurt, even to this day.
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In the year 2118, the people of The Lights celebrate the deeds of the Legacies: a team of superheroes that saved the city a century ago, transforming it into the utopia that stands strong where chaos once reigned. However; even surrounded by such a...