Finding a small hidey hole, Luke took a pin from his pocket and opened the coin map. Apparently the facility was housed per rank. This coin was given to lower ranked members, so in turn his living quarters were near the bottom of the facility. Training facilities and meeting rooms were near the middle, leaving the highest ranking officers the top of the facility. They were given large apartment-like places to live, and could come and leave as they wished, without reason. He didn’t need to steal a coin for that long, if he had it long enough to open the map and find the location of the warehouse he would be more than fine.

Without anything else to do, Luke walked down to the lower levels. Sticking around here for a while and finding out how everything worked would be his first priority. Denizens were permitted to take off their robes, but a mask over their faces seemed to be demanded at all times to protect identities should anyone betray the Beiorgs.

Sitting at one of the cots, Luke pondered to himself until one of the members approached him.

“Hey buddy you’re on my cot.”

“Oh, sorry about that, I’m just not sure which ones are open.”

“Kinda new huh? No problem, the one next to me been open for a while. Go for it.”

Luke thankfully stretched out on the cot and closed his eyes. Looking back up, he saw that the other man was drinking something from a small black cup. Seeing his stare, the other man poured him some as well.

“Dan. Pleasure. Couldn’t tell you my last name or they’d murder me, heh.”

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“Paul, no problem.”

“So, how are you feeling about the raid raid on St. Genevieve?”

“It’ll be easy, but I’m not sure I’m all for robbing a church.”

“Yeah I getcha, but they have all the medical stuff we need so it’s unavoidable.

Successfully playing along, Luke steered the question towards the Beiorg officers. Stretching on the cot with a disconcerted grunt, Luke use complaining to start off the conversation twist.

“Man I wish the guys upstairs could get us better cots.”

He’d learned at the steel factory that you could get guys to talk about anything if they were a little peeved at their betters.

“Yeah, but we’ve just gotta endure it. After St. Genevieve's we’ll have some better equipment anyways.”

“Yeah that’s true, but they have those nice apartments up there and all.”

“True, but they worked to get there. Man, If I was captain Salazar I’d be a happy man. Living in a penthouse like that underground? Guy’s got it made.”

Captain Salazar. Sounded important. He’d have to find out where exactly that was.

“Being so close to the top is nice too, you know.”

“Yeah, but being so close to the mess hall would kind of piss me off.”

“I think I could trade the noise off for a place like that!”

The men both laughed and clinked their cups together.

“I just don’t get why he has that stupid glass door. If I was living there I’d have solid oak, none of the pissants from down here would ever be able to get inside. He must trust us pretty well.”

“Well that or he’s daring us to try and rob him.”

Raising his glass, Dan nodded and leaned against the wall.

“Ah, but enough about Salazar. We’d better get some rest even though we’ll be down here for the next week and a half until the raid.”