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Returning to his home dimension, The Shadow makes quick work of collecting the items on Myra's list. The dress and shoes are by far the most difficult part of these errands, but he approaches the purchase of these items in the same fashion as any other necessary piece of disguise. Let the shopkeepers wonder if they will, no one questions an old man with money to spend. A few of the more basic components of make-up can be drawn from his own supplies, cutting down on the time needed to collect what she needs.
When the shopping is done, he makes his way to the Sanctum with stealth and speed. A handful of make-up is added to the bags from his kit, then he settles at the desk and opens a case of delicate tools, setting to work on the PINpoint. His first act is to quickly note down the coordinates contained in the device, should they be needed for reference later. The Sanctum falls silent for a long stretch of time, skilled hands working with watchmaker's tools on circuitry, under the single blue light. When the device is at last put back together, tools put away, he stands and casts the room back into darkness. With a rustle of bags The Shadow departs the Sanctum, and from several alleys over he PINpoints back to the Nexus.
He appears near a cluster of couches, the dignity of his dark costume marred by his juggling an armful of bags, one of these a garment bag that hangs doubled over one arm. Should Myra be anywhere nearby, he's not a figure easily missed.
When the shopping is done, he makes his way to the Sanctum with stealth and speed. A handful of make-up is added to the bags from his kit, then he settles at the desk and opens a case of delicate tools, setting to work on the PINpoint. His first act is to quickly note down the coordinates contained in the device, should they be needed for reference later. The Sanctum falls silent for a long stretch of time, skilled hands working with watchmaker's tools on circuitry, under the single blue light. When the device is at last put back together, tools put away, he stands and casts the room back into darkness. With a rustle of bags The Shadow departs the Sanctum, and from several alleys over he PINpoints back to the Nexus.
He appears near a cluster of couches, the dignity of his dark costume marred by his juggling an armful of bags, one of these a garment bag that hangs doubled over one arm. Should Myra be anywhere nearby, he's not a figure easily missed.