In the tunnels below Funderland, the old mine tracks are rattling as lights fill the tunnel. The cart is moving along, driver, cargo, and lights running. The sprayer that had been rigged to lubricate the tracks is empty now so it isn't adding to the noise. Unnecessary as the "guaranteed rust reversing synthetic oil" actually did as advertised.


Not that the driver cared about that right now, her ears weren't getting hurt by the squealing. It'd have made the prior and this last trip horrendous if it was.


What cargo has she brought? Bleach, ammonia based detergent, a large metal basin, a clean suit kit, mask, and te extra bits and bobs she needed. Circe wasn't going into this armed. Well, she was transiting whilst armed, Circe is going to Circe. She was not going into the toxic suburb with arms or armor. Phantom's glory was how she was getting in and out of there. The clean suit wasn't durable enough to be armor, so it should be fine.


She'd even scouted a house, one with a few roaches and rats that was at least five homes away from the exit point, to test the chemical concoction. Plenty of information online on the don't of mixing these. Hazard time, lingering danger low to ground, etcetera.


This test was for the math part of the time, quantity and how long it lasts.


Stopping the cart, Circe surveys her expedition outfit. The stuff was all still there. So, now it was a case of putting her vest, guns, knives, and garments into a locked briefcase on the mine cart. Then dress up in the hazmat suit and button up. Well, tape down. She really needed to vacuum seal a couple of respirators to leave here. With a duo of pick-axes and shovels, be responsible and such. Sure, Circe can escape this way or through the storm drains, but others can't. They'd have to work on it.


Phantom's Glory solves the issue for Circe as she enters the toxic suburb. Clean suit and mask are not enough to be armor it seems. Nor does having a metal wash bin over her shoulder or a plastic bag full of toxic chemicals count as weapons. There is a slight problem though, a little catch. Sneaking around unnoticed is hard in the dark if you use a light.


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Beast's Keen Senses from a creature that can see in the dark solves THAT problem, well worth the Glamour for the convenience. Goggles would be a pain to figure out how to wear with the gas mask.


Blackened clean suit helps blend with the night and as she moves through neighborhood she does indeed see some of the toxic fog from the story reports. It is opposite her direction, but does add a creepy vibe to the place.


She'd be pissed off is something attacks her out of the fog. With no gun and the only option being phase out? That isn't Summer!


Naught blocks her transit to through the abandoned ranchettes as she reaches her destination. Skittering noises tell her something is still alive in here. More of the noises in the basement. If this were a horror movie, Circe would be concerned. For her victims.


The basin is set down on the flaking concrete floor, along with the bag of chemicals. Bleach goes in first, both gallon jugs. Detergent bottles are taken out, as is the last object in the bags. A small desk clock. The Larcenist was NOT keeping count in her head.


Circe gets the bottles ready, checks the time. A deluge of both bottles splashes into the basin, science in action and very reactive. It colors blue smoke? Right, blue detergent means blue smoke or gas. Next part of science was observation: how far does it spread and last?


There is a lot for a while, topping off at hip height for Circe before it stops pouring out of the basin. The visible gas sinks quickly, though given a few roaches high up are falling over dead it is likely there is more poison in the air than what can be seen. Fun to know.


After a while, she checks the clock for 30 minutes. Then inspects the basement, trying to find signs of the gas. She isn't un-masking anytime soon. A roach runs down the stairs and dies, that is helpful. Circe picks up the clock, watching it again as it ticks away. After an hour, she decides to drive some roaches down here to see if they die too.


They don't.


Science! So, maybe 40 minutes at that volume? She dumps out the basin and packs it with the trash she brought. No evidence. Then heads back with a minor problem from the damn fog. She almost runs into a damn road sign! "Ferte id maledic...tus?" Circe had gotten ready to swing the basin at it, but what was she thinking? That she'd encounter something coming out to attack her like some horror videogame? Yeah right. Circe scoffs as she walks past the advertisement welcoming people to the suburb complex, Quiet Bluff something something loans something.


It is quiet for sure, but it was kind of warm in this suit.


She was already burning Glamour to see here, she wasn't doing it to not sweat too. Time to GTFO.