Vesper winged across the dark Bronx sky toward the corner of West 167th Street. There was a formerly abandoned three story building tucked behind some one story shops. There were numerous chimneys and dormer windows rising from the roof. The two store fronts on the ground floor were vacant.

The building had been picked up by his alter ego for an easy amount. A little research had netted him the small fact it had been a former parsonage for a church three blocks away and moved to its current spot sometime in 1925. The Defenders had made some noise about having a place to meet. He had offered the use of this building.

Vesper landed on the roof and silently folded in his wings. He crouched low and scrambled in one of the dormer windows. Hopefully nothing more scary than a squeaky floorboard jumped out at him.