About half an hour later, Rubberman, the Necromantress, ZZZ, me, and a handful of Dark Collectivists crouched low in the bushes outside of the Francis. In the darkness of the night, the old hotel looked even more abandoned than it normally did. Many of the windows had been busted out, while the roof was missing several tiles, and the front door was still busted out from when I had blasted Slasher into it what seemed like an eternity ago now. Old police tape clung to the entrance, apparently forgotten by the police when they had investigated the Francis after Slasher’s death.
Crouching in the bushes, I was having flashbacks to the time when Rubberman and I had assaulted the Francis the first time. Back then, Rubberman and I had been working with the GCPD, but now we were working with a gr
