Hornet's Pharmacy - A Chemical Wonderland

The heavy metal doors hiss shut behind you as you step into the surprisingly glitzy, well-furnished interior of the aging, graffitied, cargo train parked in an abandoned Heywood station. A silhouette of a woman in black combat armor silently gestures down the ostentatiously adorned hallway. Moments later, the polished mahogany door to the cabin slides open before you, revealing a private office with an art deco flare that must have cost a fortune. Behind the desk Hornet, waves a hand plated in gold and black chrome.