Toronto, Canada, January 15th 1935: Exact Location Unknown: Red Panda Lair

[basic_powers]

After an examination at the musuem, it wasn't long before Tyler was politely blindfolded and put into the backseat of the car. It isn't anything new, and he really understands the need for secrecy, even if currently he has all the directional and navigational ability of a drunk seagull in this town, the duo DOES need to keep their lair (or is it lairs?) a secret.

He's still trying to figure out everything else aside from getting home in his head as the drive starts, going over the times in his head. He left in the afternoon, was still on afternoon time when it was late-night in Toronto and unfortunately despite Constable Parker's best efforts, he didn't sleep well last night.

Suffice to say, the boy is jetlagged to heck and back as the adrenaline rush of finding out his friend is ok wears off.

Which is why, much later (after another musical sting) the boy is fast asleep in the back of the car and snoring into his elbow as the car pulls into the lair.

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The Flying Squirrel leans into the back of the Panda-Mobile to gently shake Tyler's shoulder. "Rise an' shine, short stuff. We're here."

The Lair isn't nearly as cavernous or spooky as that of a certain caped crusader whose name we won't mention for legal reasons. It is, however, quite clear at first glance that they're in an underground cave, albeit one with electrical lights above and a poured concrete floor below. The car is parked on a set of metal rails, of the sort seen in professional garages. One wall is lined with little person-sized niches labeled "Downtown," "Business District," "Waterfront," et cetera; the other walls are lined with workbenches and racks containing tools of all sorts.

There are three other dark openings in the cave walls leading to parts unknown. It is into one of these that Tyler is quickly ushered.