Everett made his way slowly through the murky streets of the slums. His mind a whirlpool of thoughts. After 28 years of faithful service to the empire he now found himself branded a traitor. Driven from his home and forced into a life on the run he was distraught with the idea. How could this happen? How could he have been so blind as to not see he was being followed? How did they even know he should be followed? None of these questions would see answeres any time soon.<br/><br/>He walked for what seemed to be hours. Finally he shook off the feeling of dispair and ducked into an alley. A dumpster filled a good portion of the width a few feet in. Opening it he rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. An old blanket and some crumpled news paper would make a sufficient disguise until he could reach his hidden chamber below the city. He quickly fashioned the blanket into a sort of cloak and rippied a strip from it to make a belt. he then began stuffing the crumpled news paper into his clothing. This would serve two purposes. First, he would be able to keep some of his warmth, and secondly it would change the shape of his body so that he would not be as noticeable. Looking once again in the dumpster he managed to dig up two ragged t-shirts. Tying them together by the torn sleeves he fashioned himself a makeshift hood. Checking his reflection in a pool of standing water he was satisfied that he would go relatively unnoticed. The smell was entirely another matter. Putrid by any standards, but a necesary evil if he was to suvive long enough to reach his secret place.<br/><br/>Keeping to the shadows and walking with a limp, Everett made his way through the silent desolate streets. After several miles he came to the place he sought. Looking over both shoulders and then looking a second time to be sure, he bent down to lift the manhole cover that led into the cities underbelly. Climbing down far enough to still be able to reach the cover and replace it he checked once more for anyone who may be following. He then replaced the cover and decended into the sewer tunnels.<br/><br/>The tunnels beneath the city were a veritable labyrinth. Fortunately for Everett he had traveled this path many times before. A series of turns and back tracks and several minutes later he found himself in an immense, central hub of the tunnels. Checking each of the eight tunnels to make sure no one was down here, he returned to the hub to find an apparition standing in the center.<br/><br/>Everett dropped to one knee in a sort of defensive stance trying in vain to still his quivering flesh. The Apparition made no move. slowly and deliberately Everett made his way to a shadow. His only thought was of removing himself from this things presence. Carefully he made himself as small as possible and hid in the shadow.<br/><br/>The ghost turned slowly as if it were scanning the area for life. It was then that Everett realized it was the city's system for locating pockets of life in the slums. It also served to limit the areas that the resistance could safely meet in. Any way he sliced it this could mean trouble. He waited silently in the shadow until finally the aparition faded away. He waited a few more minutes to be sure it was gone before he made his way to his secret door.<br/><br/>In the center of the hub he had, over time, made an opening in the floor that led to and old unused service room. Removing the cover  he climbed down the ladder. He hoped that one single life sign was not enough to warant an alarm but just in case he would move his hideout to new location as soon as he could. Once on the floor, he made his way in the dark to a panel on the wall. Flipping the switch caused a humming in the room as the flourecent lights flickered to life.<br/><br/>The room was fairly large with shelves built against one wall. These were for keeping his weapons and ammunition. On another wall he had built cupboards to house his food stores. In the middle of the room there was a makeshift living area complete with sofa, coffee table, recliner, and a battery powered 13" television. On Another wall was a computer bank set up with a scanner system and a safe. The safe held one of the more important items, money. The last wall was free from obstacles as it held the only other way out of the area besides the roof exit. The tunnel led off into yet another set of unused passages. The underside that time forgot.<br/><br/>Flopping down on the sofa, Everett sighed a gust of relief. He sat there trying to come up with his next move. Now that he was here, his nerves were not so frazzled. He stood once again and walked over to the computer and activated the scanning system. This would tell him if anyone was with in 100 yards of his location. Once he was satisfied there was no one, he returned to the sofa and decided to catch a nap. After he would figure out his next move. For now he was exhausted and needed sleep to think clearly.