Nightwing Base Novels & Stories

, it is like being tailored to make Conrad William's shoes. She nodded, "Ah." The black nanny car goes straight to the suburbs, L City has a small military base, a few years ago there were a lot of soldiers here to train, just after the new headquarters was built. Then this place was left empty, but now becomes a place to make a movie studio with similar activities. Actively respond to the hero theme. The male and female leads "Twin" are considered heroes, but the content is very good, so you can apply for this base as a training place.

Still, to Aeon and her friends it was home. The enterance to the base was hidden amongst some rubble and was guarded 24/7. It started on the main floor, then sloped down to the basement floor. A large metal door placed in a metal wall garded the rest of the base from potential attack. It was rusty and looked like crap, but did its job well enough. All in all they couldn't complain.

Neither one says anything, but nod respectfully as we pass, holding back the crowd to let us slip through. The top floor of Jinx looks like your standard nightclub. There’s plenty of bars and little tables to sit at, while the rest of the room is the dancefloor. We cut through the thickest part of the crowd; our eyes trained forward as the sea of writhing bodies part for us alone. It’s on the lower level where the fighting ring is at. Cortana, the woman who owns Jinx, wife of this branch’s mafia leader Jenson Santino, spent close to two million expanding and renovating the basement to be able to include werewolves in their weekly fights.

“Umm…” Northstar interrupted him. “About what you want to ask me… I accept.” The simplicity of it stunned everyone into silence. “You… accept?” Amy finally managed. Northstar stood up, brushing non-existent dust from his jeans. “Yeah. I want to see how this thing ends. I’m tired of the forest. The werewolves have been howling too much lately, and the pixies keep stealing my socks. Your base has to have better laundry facilities.” He snapped his fingers. The air in front of him rippled like water, then tore open, revealing a swirling, dark blue portal. On the other side, the familiar sterile lights of the Dark Soldiers’ base corridor were visible.

Chapter 1653 At night, Tony hurried into the study and said, "Sir, there's news from the base." Hearing this, Sean raised his head, frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "What news?" "The base indeed hides a lot of Venomous Insects underground. Right now, Ward and his men are frantically looking for a red beetle, and the base is in chaos." Hearing Tony's report, Sean fell into deep thought. After a long while, he said to Tony, "Continue keeping an eye on them, and report to me if anything happens."

``` [Hangar Bay 4] ---> [The Frozen Drainage Chute] ---> [The Zinc-Weave Vault Base] | | | (Departure) (Dante's Ascent) (The Alpha Strike) ``` We moved out into the dead streets under a sky that had turned completely black, broken only by the cold, green emergency beacons of the corporate spires miles above us. The silence was absolute. No market bartering, no whirring of automated delivery drones, no hiss of steam pipes. It was the silence of a ledger being erased line by line. When we reached the base of the Central Sector's primary support pillar, the scale of the High Council’s defense became clear. The vault base was a massive, seamless mountain of reinforced concrete and zinc-weave arm

Shadow beckoned. They ambled to the outside and Shadow cracked her body as if she was getting ready. “To where?” Nathan asked. “To the Secret Base.” Nathan embraced her like before and turned his body to flabbergasted Michael. “Change to a bat. We need to fly.” “But… the base…” “How many times do we need to tell you that the Secret Base is a place for you as well? You’re not under the old regime anymore. Get used to it.” FLAP!

He took one limping step backward. Then another. When he looked once more— She was already gone. He turned again and ran… The nearer he came, the thicker the smoke grew. By the time the pack walls rose before him, Nightwing looked like a place after plague. The buildings were burning down… bodies littered the road. Some in Nightwing colors, some in Death Valley. The anger surged through him now…. He entered like wrath. The first invader never saw him. Damien tore his throat open while running.

All of us wanted to destroy it and its leader. Pulling up to base, we unloaded our gear and parked the van in the garage out back. Our base was a warehouse building disguised as an elite gym. In the front was Domino’s Gym, owned by Chief. In the back of the warehouse, was all the government equipment we could ask for. To patrons, our team all worked at the gym. Badger was in charge of martial arts and kickboxing classes, while Buddha was in charge of weight training and yoga classes. Arrow and Chief ran self defense classes and helped oversee operations

It emerged that there was a rather sizable stronghold inside a sizable mountain basin encircled by mountains on all sides and a single outlet. At this moment, it was even darker. I asked Atlas, "What time is it?" "5 a.m." This was probably the darkness before dawn. Lights were dimly visible below, but it was hard to see anything else. "Is this... Navi’s base?" I still asked Atlas as I panted. Atlas wiped the sweat off my forehead. He nodded and patted my head in distress. "Yes, this is his base below." "... It's large," I sighed.