The thing about keeping secrets?
Not getting caught.
As such, Elec didnāt often park anywhere near Wilyās fortress and he never brought anyone āhomeā in the past. Heād stay on base while there, utilising the room assigned to him. It wasnāt a secret that he had, what he called, an apartment off base. The thing was that they only knew what the upstairs interior looked like since he often sent and posted pictures of himself in bed or by the wall where his guitars were mounted. It simply looked like a very small room. None of them, as far as he was aware, knew what it looked like from the outside or that, well, it was a bus.
This did change as time went. Forte knew, heās known the longest, maybe a couple othersā¦ This isnāt including the Light bots, of course.
As a precaution, because while he was more than certain Wily himself had never been suspicious of him? That didnāt include any of the others, he, later, wouldnāt park nearby Bluesā hideaway either. Walking distance, similar to how far from Lightās lab on that note, but not quite close enough to be associated with that particular property. Elec had been glad to discover Forte that one night long ago, even if it meant a surprise Bluesā popping up, since he was supposed to be, well, dead. Shadow had been tasked with disposing of him and the entire base was still convinced of it. Another thing about keeping secrets? They were easier to keep when they fell in line with the first one. Elecās loyalty, Blues hoarding Forteā¦
It was just. A little harder; he had to be more cautious. It was one thing to slip up if no one else would suffer for the mistake, but with a side party involvedā¦
That had been some many years ago.
Again, Elec didnāt leave the bus in front of Lightās lab either, to be certain, which meant approaching the building in a very roundabout way. He brought with him his new toy; a very pretty King V whose black paint had a faint shimmer, and a custom inlay of small, gold stars following up the side of a fin. As he walked up he was using the sling to hold his left arm in for lack of better things to do with it since the white pants he wore lacked pockets, and pinning fluffy hair out of his face against the wind with his right hand. Spotting Blues had been entirely by chance, and it was likely that the original hadnāt intended to be discovered. āLittle nightingale, how is it that youāve come to our garden today?ā
