Conch Shell VII!CloSETgeO6 No.861973
>As the sun rises, to the extent that it can rise, over Canterlot, Stormfront steps out into the sunrise. He checks his rifle once, then nods, slips into the alley and stows it away in a conveniently placed and remarkably well-hidden lockbox. He quickly heads off down the street, helmet pulled over his head, and shivers briefly. The weather's pretty nice, considering. It's cold, obviously, but the wind hasn't picked up and the snow isn't coming down too hard yet. It's certainly nicer than it has been for the past couple of days. Still, Stormfront pulls his coat a little tighter around him. He glances across the street once, then behind him, then across the street again. Once he's sure he's not being followed, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a burner phone.
>A few moments later, a similar burner phone begins to ring in a certain mutant girl's apartment...
