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In Metropolis, mid-morning there's a rat in a sewer. A rat in a sewer cursing his own stupidity.
He'd thought the man was simply a mark. He had a thick wallet in his back pocket at night for God's sake! It turns out that's just what the man's friends wanted him to think. They broke Tom's hand with a crowbar before he could reach for his gun. They broke a lot of other things too, before he managed to focus past the pain, become a rat, and dart into the nearest storm drain.
They're gone now. The rat sneaks out of the sewer and sniffs at a lump of clothes in an alleyway. They left his T-shirt and jeans, not his jacket (not Tom's usual one, fortunately, as he has learned a thing or two about blending in) nor his shoes.
Tom sighs, puts on what clothes he has, and walks out of the alleyway, looking pissed. Tom intends to make it back to his room. He's hoping Misto won't be there, as he really doesn't want to explain this.
He'd thought the man was simply a mark. He had a thick wallet in his back pocket at night for God's sake! It turns out that's just what the man's friends wanted him to think. They broke Tom's hand with a crowbar before he could reach for his gun. They broke a lot of other things too, before he managed to focus past the pain, become a rat, and dart into the nearest storm drain.
They're gone now. The rat sneaks out of the sewer and sniffs at a lump of clothes in an alleyway. They left his T-shirt and jeans, not his jacket (not Tom's usual one, fortunately, as he has learned a thing or two about blending in) nor his shoes.
Tom sighs, puts on what clothes he has, and walks out of the alleyway, looking pissed. Tom intends to make it back to his room. He's hoping Misto won't be there, as he really doesn't want to explain this.