How much had changed during her...moments of distraction?  How many things hadn't she been able to see through since she'd left...Bah...The creature shook her head as she truged through the world beneath the world...the only one that really mattered.  Sure there were things that caught your attention up there...there were people and places and juicy bits of gossip just waiting to be snatched up...but for now it seemed...at least in her mind...the surface could keep itself.

Headed where?  Well the only place she knew of really...she needed to get back to that little place on the other side of the city she'd called home...see what was still there and what had been picked off...she didn't worry about being quiet...not down here.  No, here she didn't have to blend in, smile...say her please or thank you's..none of it...here she could be herself for a touch.  Pointing the flashlight in front of her she wandered...

Grey keeps tabs on the sewers with unmatched vigilance. With the brood dropping in numbers he has developed a paranoid obsession with his security measures. Buggy sets off sensor after sensor and Grey watches from his control center down in the Hovel.

After a few minutes of walking Buggy will hear probably the last thing she is expecting.

Somewhere in the tunnel ahead of her, a phone is ringing.

A hand scratched at her throat with a bit of agitation...goddamn bugs...She froze when she heard the phone ring, thoughts falling off the earth as the sounds reverberated through the tunnel and what?  

She looked around...was there even reception down here?

Frowning she started down the tunnel in the direction of the ringing...She was gunna be really pissed if she got blown up...

Buggy wont find a bomb, or even a cellphone; just an old linemans set with chipping yellow paint attached to the wall and wired into one of the massive conduits hanging from the tunnel cieling.

Seriously...seriously?

She pushed out air that she didn't need to breathe and remembered why she didn't bother breathing when she was down here.  Still itching at her neck with a rather large degree of agitation...Stupid things...talking to them...damn impossible...all they say is 'food'  Her eyes rested on the set unblinking, and her face contorted into a sort of a smile as she held the flashlight on it...Always nice to be wrong...  She picked it up...put it on her ear..."Bob's mortuary...you stab em' we slab em'..."

Theres a snort of laughter on the line before the familiarly nasal voice of Mister Grey pipes through.

'Shit, i wanted the abortion clinic.'

The line fuzzes with static for a second but the connection holds even over the rusted lines.

'Where you been lately Bug?'

"Thought you had ears to the ground everywhere the world over...horrible thing when such nice thoughts are shattered so thouroughly with a greeting."  she said as facial features twisted into a contorted smile.  Glancing around webbed fingers gripped the flashlight and shifted it back and forth in sort of half assed wave.  Absently she shoved the set into that spot between her neck and shoulder and scratched at her stomach..."Went out for batteries...got distracted with an infomercial about some new flea dip...ended up being a wild goose chase...bastards."  she grumbled a bit..."All quiet on the western front?"

'I only wish i was so omnipotent.'

Grey admits and tisks when she mentions her wild goose chase.

'Things are never quiet. But im not seeing anything good these nights. I was wondering, you want to help me spy on the Roses, i caught wind of something just last night...'

"Prancing around with the Pretties?  How could I turn such a...potentially delightful invitation down?"  She snickered a bit...then pushed out an unneeded breath of air..."What do you need me to do?"

'Well, i dont have any eyes in the Museum and setting up the cameras is a two Nos job. Ive looked over a bit of the buildings blueprints and i think i can get you right in as long as you aint claustrophobic...'

Grey snickers like a rat. Both him and Hyde would be far too large to get in unnoticed.

'Or.. if your really feeling adventurous you could go oldschool and stick around to take in the scene firsthand.'

"How's the lighting?"  she asked as if it were something that everyone took into consideration..."or well you just have blueprints huh?  Guess that means you don't know..."  She paused a moment and pushed out a breath...still wasn't good enough to practice some things around people without being noticed...least as far as she saw it...

"Lil too young for old school lessons when you actually want it to get done for sure...You have the cameras and all that ready to go?"

'Its a Museum, im assuming well and dramatically lit.'

Grey grunts, Buggy will hear him frantically type something for a moment before he comes back on the line.

'Yes yes, I have all the cameras and microphones and mounts gathered. Take a left two tunnels down and youll find a shortcut Hyde dug behind the metal grill that looks really clogged with debris. See you down here in a bit?'

Yeah, sure...I can imagine...well lit places that I could get chlostrophobic in...if I had that problem. "Meant in the anal cavity you were planning on having me relive birth through...but don't suppose it matters much in the longrun...does it?"  she paused a moment and then nodded like he could see it...because well far as she knew...he probably could.

"Anyway...yeah...two tunnels down, turn left...debris.  See you sooner or I'm sure..."  She put back the set, and double checked the flashlight to see how the batteries were doing...still good.  Relief...and with that...she started moving.

Buggy will find the hidden tunnel right where grey told her it would be. Behind the grate she finds stagnant water and a low cieling. The tunnel is wider than it is tall and seems to have been chiseled and dug from solid stone.

The tunnel will lead Buggy inevitably back to the Hovel, ending as a steep slope along one of the outer walls.

Crouching, crawling, grunting she moved foreward keeping the flashlight's beam ahead of her...chizzled stone, dug away...she moved through the putrid breeding ground for water parasites and all number of foul little buggers that went nibble and bite...those she played host to already digging themselves deeper into flesh...away from the surface...protected and glutted the little bastards had a determination to survive despite her best efforts at times to rid herself of them...

"Thought we saved this sort of hospitality for strangers..."  she muttered to herself as progress was made...some small measure of solice found in the mental image of some pretty little limp wristed degenerate on their belly reliving the moments that brought them to from mothers womb safe and warm into the world...screaming little masses of life...though in her mind the pretties were moving through human waste instead of anything so pleasant as what she was trudging through now....

Freedom.  A moment of it as she righted herself outside the Hovel...footfalls descending down the slope to bring her to where she assumed she would find Grey.  

((Continue in the Hovel?))

[Sure.]