A Whateley Academy Story
Imp 7: Imp-ervious to Reason
Providence RI, Wednesday afternoon, Nov 14th 2007
Rhode Island was a small state, and one that was relatively quiet. It reminded me a little of any small town, where everything was peaceful and boring on the surface, while all the really interesting stuff was kept out of sight and hidden, especially from strangers.
According to Pooka, this was where the Triangle had set up shop, or at least, where one of their main cells resided. Pooka had also told me that this was the group that would have Jerome, and that if I wanted to find the kid, this was where I had to look.
“They have a warehouse,” I said, looking over the building that housed the Triangle. They had even labeled the building with a big blue triangle on the side, just to make sure nobody could miss it. “Why do people always use warehouses? Where is the originality? Where is the creativity?”
“Where is the silence?” Brandywine hissed from beside me.
“Why couldn’t they have gotten a lighthouse?” I asked. “I mean, that would make an awesome secret hideout…”
“And what about your secret lair?” Brandywine asked. “I suppose you probably have some carnival funhouse? Maybe one themed up like a clown version of Dante’s Inferno.”
“Why does everyone always think that?” I asked with a grin. “But no, the Imp Lair has a lot more style than that.”