>>20847202About an hour later, the heavily dented lambo pulls up in a dark alley in one of Spaghetti Town’s rougher areas, and Coco emerges. Her sense of direction had not improved, and was the reason that her drive to the warehouse was such a long one. But her driving was definitely getting better. At least, she was certain she went through less red lights than Nikki did the last time she drove, and didn’t find herself having to escape the cars with flashing red and blue lights.
The wind howls, creating an eerie, almost humanlike sound, and a late night chill washes over Coco’s body as she pushes the warehouse door open and steps inside. It’s dark, dark enough that Nikki would be essentially blind here. But Coco can see perfectly.
There’s a small shuffling movement to her left and Coco looks around to spot a rat scurrying away. “Are the rats the masters of this place?” she shouts. "Well hello Mr. Rat, my name is Coco! Come back!"
Coco skips toward the area the rat disappeared into and kicks a rotting plank of wood, snapping it in two. Two more rats rush into a hole in a wall as a piece of the debris goes flying toward them. “Coco the almighty has arrived and wishes to play!” she shouts. “Show yourself, or I shall henceforth claim this locale as my own!”
