Eden.
Eden was a derelict building on the corner of 12th and 14th street. It consisted of a giant open room - which they'd split into roughly divided areas - with two staircases at either end, leading up to the two galleries running around the top. The first of the galleries contained the office, storage rooms, the makeshift gym and the lab. The second floor was where they slept plus the access to the roof. Eden was the home and headquarters of the Nephilim, one of the groups of the few remaining uplanders. There were five in total and they were all exiled from the underlands, either by choice or by action.
Joey was in the library area poring over the piles of paper that littered it, and JC was seated in the middle of the gutted remains of a piece of machinery. From the gallery above them, the sound of fists hitting canvas drifted down.
"J in a mood?" Chris asked as he picked his way across the scattered parts of something that had been a microwave in a previous life. Joey raised an eyebrow and Chris rolled his eyes. When he reached JC, he crouched down and touched the other man's shoulder. "Hey C, got you those sparkplugs."
The younger man stopped tweaking wires and looked up, hair partly obscuring his eyes. Shaking his head absentmindedly, he reached for the offered bag, smiling up at Chris. "Thanks man. Should be able to get the generator working on full power now. Where'd you get 'em?"
Chris stood up and stretched, wincing as the scrape on his shoulder opened again. "Down near the corner of 4th and 6th."
Joey whistled. "Shit man, that's Canaanite turf. They know you got them?"
"Yes Joe. They let me walk in, raid their stash and walk out alive again. What do you think?" Chris shrugged his jacket off and slung it over his shoulder before heading up the stairs, ignoring the "Fucking smartass" that Joey yelled after him.
The gym was quiet by the time Chris got there and he poked his head around the door carefully. Justin was standing by the boarded up window, peering through the wooden slats.
"J. Hey. You wanna come play doctor?"
Justin turned around and Chris winced at the state of his hands. "Or maybe I should play doctor on you."
"Nah. They're just skinned," he gestured in the direction of punchbag. "Was working out barehanded."
"Stupid fuck."
Justin chuckled. "Suppose so. What did you do to yourself this time?"
"Scraped my shoulder running from the Canaanites. Just lucky they didn't realise I'd made off with sparkplugs."
The lab was dark and it took a few minutes of fumbling before Chris managed to get his shirt off. Justin was silent as he worked, ignoring Chris' hiss of pain as he dabbed antiseptic on the cut. He dropped a kiss on the back of Chris' neck once the cut was covered. With a small smile, Chris turned around and caught Justin's face between his hands, tugging him down.
Lance cleared his throat from his position in the doorway. He grinned slightly as Chris flipped him a two fingered salute. "When you two are finished, do you feel like joining the rest of us in my office?"