Chapter 61: Stake Out
"So, you catch that game last night?"
"No, was it any good?"
"I don't freaking know. Why do you think I was asking you, dumbass?"
The underground of Oleander was vast, with hundreds of bunkers, miles of sewers, and abandoned subway stations. In fact, if one were to journey far enough underground and travel well into the depths of the ocean, they would even find the remains of ancient cities lost to time after the first attack by ancient Calamities.
It was here underground that two men stood guard. Behind them was what used to be a bunker, though it had since been hollowed out and turned into a base for them to smuggle goods. Inside were hundreds of crates filled with their newest type of drugs, which the big boss had managed to create, as well as dozens of armed soldiers. This was one of their more significant bases, and the Wandering Coin wasn't too keen on losing it.
"So, any plans for the next game?"
"No, Greg. I'm going to be here, standing guard like I always do. Freaking idiot."
Greg was about to say more but stopped when he noticed a large black wasp sitting on his friend's shoulder. "Oh man, sit still. You got a bug on you."
"Really? Oh hey, you do too?"
"I do!" Greg looked down at his arms, finding three wasps clinging to him. "Must be a nest or something down here. Hey, turn around. I'll see if there's any more on you."
"Good thinking." His friend turned around, and Greg instantly felt his face go pale. "So, are there any on me?" His entire back was covered in them. They all sat there silently, not making a sound or twitching in the slightest. Shaking, he brought his arm up and flinched when he reached his own back. He didn't feel his shirt. "Greg?"