Info: A quiet suburb nestled somewhere in Ohio; Gaulton has been of little consequence to the conflict and disorder that has engulfed and terrified most of the world. It is simply a town of about 20,000 people, known for its freshwater fishing industry and thriving art community. But the suburb hides a secret, a hidden research laboratory built during the 1980s. The laboratory was, when it was built, full of supercomputers that worked together to simulate various nuclear warfare scenarios. Currently, however, the laboratory's more modern computers are used to simulate superhuman warfare scenarios and used to design the next generation of Anti-Gifted countermeasures.

Will you uncover Gaultown's secret? And if you do, what will that mean?

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Non- cannon battle post.


I walked into a motel room located on the edge of Gaultown. I volunteered this mission because I was used to keeping myself hidden. It wouldn’t do much good for me to come here and start flying around asking lots of questions.

No finding a secret instillation would require stealth lots of leg work and lots of listening in on private conversations. To whit I pulled out of my case a box full of tiny microphone pins I was given by my handler at ITSDA headquarters. It’s a shame I didn’t have super hearing and telescopic vision like the comic book Supergirl. Not the case I’m afraid though I can hear a conversation in the next room if I concentrate so my hearing is acute. And though I don’t have telescopic vision nor can I see through walls but I can focus on detail if something is in my line of vision.

Leaving my costume in its case I left the motel room dressed in tight jeans and a simple blouse so I could blend in with the good folk of Gaultown.

Driving into town it was obvious I needed to get to know the area to try and identify possible sites for a secret research laboratory. So I bought a map, left a pin at the local police station and across the rod at the mayor’s office I pretended I was a lost tourist easy with an English accent. I familiarised myself with all the bus routes, learned that St Mary Church was the best district to buy real estate and somewhere call the Mullings was the worst.

A week later I had a pin in the police control room and the office of the local newspaper. I spent a lot of time on rooftops changing channels to different pin locations trying to get some clue as to what I was searching for. I even started taking regular taxi rides to a few locations and chatted to the drivers to see if they could give me any clue that might help. My first break came on a date with a real estate agent. He was a sweet guy and very talkative. He told me about the lack of real estate in the down town Mulling’s area. He’d had contact with other agents in the area and none of them had a property in the Mullings for nearly eight months. Even in a rundown area like the Mullings there were always a handful of properties on the market.

At the time it didn’t seem to be the sort of information I needed to act on and the local taxi driver said he hadn’t had a fare there in weeks. I was listening in to a phone conversation late one night in the police control room. The operator was having a slow night nothing happening on the streets of Gaultown. The operator was chatting about how busy she hadn’t been and mentioned that she hadn’t had an incident in the Mullings area for nearly three months. No nothing she said not even a domestic. At last I thought something suspicious I could look into.

It was in the early hours when I drove into the Mullings, I mused that if nothing turned up here tonight then I may have to rough up a few people involved in the less reputable side of life in Gaultown, see if I could shake out any information that may help.

The Mullings was certainly run down. Houses in disrepair, some abandoned, business closed up, many of the street lamps were out. In fact there wasn’t one house with a light on, no porch lights, window lights nothing. Then I had to slam my breaks on as someone stepped into the road I had to swerve to avoid him but I must have caught him with the door mirror as it smashed against the side window before I came to a stop.

In reply to Sue Steel (msg # 2):

Non- cannon battle post.

I got out of the rental and dashed over to the injured man.

“Are you alright?” I ask, “I can take you to hospital if you need it.”

“What are you doing here?” asked a menacingly gruff voice,

“Avoiding hitting you mainly.”

“But you shouldn’t be here,”

“why?”

“Who is it Al? This was a second equally gruff voice.

“It’s just some woman Burt, I stepped in front of her car and she stopped.”

I turned to Al “You did that on purpose,” I asked, “Why?”

“To stop you.”  I ask Al a question and Burt replies.

“Stop me from what?”

“You ask too many questions babe.” Said Burt, suddenly picking me up and putting me over his shoulder and marching off up the street.

“Put me down! Put me down!” I shrieked and ineffectually kicked my legs for effect. Whatever it was these two were up to I wanted to know.

“What you got there Burt?” Another one, I thought, how many are there?

“It’s a doll Dan a real pretty doll.”

“Let’s have a look Burt.” Four! No way. All of them were practically identical, Hulking six foot brutes.

“Are we sharing?” FIVE! I thought, you’re pulling my pisser. Then flushed as I remembered I didn’t have one.

“Sure.” Said Burt, tossing me across the street to what must have been his brother. Deep guffaws and hollers rang around the group of men as they started playing catch with me. This was so unreal I was sure I’d wake up soon. I was like a rag doll being tossed around by these brutish clowns. Each caught me easily as though they had done this before, then they started  showing off tossing me overhead with one arm. I tired of waiting for them to stop so halfway between brothers I used my flight power to adjust my body and land feet first against the chest of Burt. At least I think it was Burt. I add an extra burst of flight power to make sure I knocked him off his feet.

His expression changed in an instant. He frowned up at me all the raucous laughter behind me ceased. I stepped back of his chest as he swung a big muscular arm at me. I heard an approaching step behind me. Spinning on my heels I saw one of them bringing his massive fist down on top of my head like someone beating their fist down on a desk. I blinked, non-pulsed, Then laughter erupted around me and suddenly I realised I was a foot and a half shorter than what I was. Looking down I saw the reason the blow to the top of my head had actually forced me down into the asphalt as I noticed my legs from the knee down had disappeared below the surface of the road.

Looking up I was just in time to see a massive fist smash into my face. Being trapped by the asphalt there was no knock back the back of my head slammed into the road behind me. Immediately after the impact of both fist and road on my head I felt a massive influx of energy replacing that which had been expended at impact.It was like I was pulling energy right out of the air. My recovery then was instantaneous; this was to be my very first close combat experience outside of training.

“Dump her in the lake with the others.” Said Burt.

“What others.” I asked still lying in the road.

“Hay! She’s not dead Burt.” I was impressed with Al’s ability to keep up with real time events.

“Of course I’m not dead,” Said I pulling my legs out of the asphalt and getting to my feet. “You shouldn’t hit people like that you could hurt them.”

“You mean I didn’t even hurt you?” Asked Burt incredulously.

“How many people have you killed?” Repeating myself was not my favourite pastime.

“You ask too many questions, lady.”

“And you don’t answer enough.”

“And you’re going to the bottom of the lake dead or alive.”

“At least I’ll have better company in the lake.” I answered just as Burt grabbed me from behind. The others were closing in fast. I stomped down hard on Burt’s foot with the heel of my shoe and as he yelped I shrugged free of his grip, moving forward I grabbed a grasping hand of one of the brothers and ducked low pulling his arm down forcing him to stumble to the floor. A quick side step saw another brother charge past me leaving just two assailants.

Both were running well lumbering as big and heavy as they were. An easy block took care of a heavy punch and a side step put him between me and the final lumbering brother. I wondered how many woman they had assaulted and dumped in the lake. As another punch came my way a blindingly quick index finger stabbed its way into his eye forcing it into his brain. His body collapsed, but before he reached the floor a well-placed kick sent his body flying into his brother both flew back, disappearing into the blackness of the night.

Burt was out of it as he hopped on one leg and nursed a foot with his hands. “You broke me foot!” He exclaimed through a torrent of expletives. The one who stumbled past me was now charging at me. I braced myself and his hulking mass slammed into me so hard a “Huh,” of putrid breath assailed my nostrils. He stumbled back, looking dazed, stepping forward I brought my knee up into his groin. A cross between a gasp and a whimper came from Al as the blow I just delivered took him of his feet; he arched into the air still gasping his whimper as he crashed to the floor 10 feet away.

A new assailant was up off the floor swing his fists. Quickly stepping back I saw those big fists miss their mark though he continued his assault. Each of my movements was measured, executed to perfection using just enough force to accomplish what was intended or just enough flight power to keep me rooted to the spot. An instant reaction seemed planned as if the right thing to do. These thoughts flitted through my mind as blow after blow missed its mark by a whisper. Then something hit my back propelling me forward into the arms of my assailant. Whatever had hit me now propelled us in its direction we went crashing to the ground and sliding along the road. The something rolled over us its momentum taking it further than me and my assailant.

We came to a halt and I looked around at the smiling brother I’d kicked the dead body into. Looking over I saw the rental he’d thrown it at us. Shit that’s a hundred dollar excess. It was then I realised that the insurance excess should not have been the thing I was concentrating on as big clumsy hands pick me up bodily and hurl me at the car. I covered the distance to the car in less than a second not that anybody had a stop watch. Such was the force of the impact of my body hitting the car that it rolled three times with me wedged in the one side. The shock of the experience affected me more than anything but the thrill of the fight was exhilarating. The car was being lifted again and I managed to shrug myself free and I landed lightly on the ground. But seconds later the car was coming down on my head. A round house kick from my powerful legs sent the car spinning through the air both brothers still holding on to it. One managed to let go but the other went crashing through the window of a house across the street.

Rushing at the guy who had fallen I snatched him up into the air and in one swift movement brought him crashing down, back first, onto my knee shattering his spine. Though unable to appreciate it he was now somewhat double jointed able to touch his toes bending both backward and forward. Standing and turning I sought out Burt, forgetting all about the broken body before it even hit the floor.

Burt was limping toward me, eyes filled with anger, face contorted by hate. Now he knew something of the hurt he’d inflicted on the families of those he’d killed. As I stood my ground he reached out for me grabbing each of my arms just as my heel crushed the bones in his other foot, grinding it into the asphalt. Burt yelped in pain as his grasping turned into a holding. Taking his weight I let him use me as a crutch.
He looked at me and I asked, “Your all one person aren’t you? Like you’ve divided yourself up into five, It was one of your special abilities yes?”

“Yes.” He said through his pain, “but not divided, multiplied, each time my body mass and strength increased.”

“Multiplied? But not in the brains department?”

“No,” his pain softening the gruffness of his voice. “Couldn’t coordinate six, five was my limit.”

“And what are you protecting? Why is the neighbourhood deserted?”
“Could never find out, but it must be important. Enough to buy up almost very house in this district.”

“And you got rid of those that wouldn’t sell?” Burt nodded.

I picked Burt up and slung him over my shoulder heading for the house in front of me when I noticed his remaining brother emerging from the same house. He saw me heading his way and stopped to pick up a big rock with both hands. I shook my head in disbelief and continued my way to the house. He tried smash his makeshift weapon down onto my head, but I knocked it out of his hand, grabbed him by the throat and lifting him off the ground I carried both men into the house.

The room was dark and musty. Two bodies hit the floor and a neck snapped at a quick flick of the wrist and a slight gurgling sound of a crushed windpipe could be heard in the quietness of the neighbourhood. Soon all five brothers rested quietly in each other’s company.

Atop a roof across from where the fight had happened, a shadow detached from a chimney and watched as Burt Wonder was dispatched. The girl was obviously Gifted. She had been snooping about town for a few weeks now and asking questions. Those questions had been asked to certain persons and had as their target certain operations. Of course, a trail had been left for anyone coming to the area to follow that would lead them right to Burt. Burt wasn't on the payroll, Schwatrze Augen didn't employ louts like him, but he had been a resource noted in the area and monitored carefully.

In fact, the whole of Mullings was a very elaborate trap in a way.

The figure crouched atop the roof and was soon joined by a second and third figure. Each was dressed in combat fatigues and carried a rifle, large knife, and moved like a veteran. Each was, in fact, ex-specops for one organization or another. They spoke quickly with their hands and two peeled off to follow the girl while the last moved deeper into the slum.

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At a secure location, the third man wearing fatigues entered a slate grey door and moved through a warehouse. His eyes scanned for anyone watching as he opened a secret door and slipped into an elevator that took him down. He then walked along a sterile white hallway to a door and knocked before entering. A large man sat behind a desk and looked up from a bank of monitors as the agent saluted then stood at attention, "Rolf, I do not stand on such formalities." The agent frowned and looked at the man who had just said something that conflicted with the last time they met. Still, he relaxed. Contradictory expectations were somewhat normal with Dieter Sievold. "The girl encountered Burt tonight, Boss. She's Gifted. ITSDA?"

Dieter considered it for a long time then nodded, "Possibly, but not for certain. Lots of shadowy organizations out there. Many are using the gifted these days. Monitor her. See if she'll go out with the real estate guy again. Get me a profile or identity on her. See if she is in the records we have." The man, who Sue would recognize from her date earlier in the week, grinned and nodded as he left. There were a dozen men in the unit who all had identities around town as bartenders, cops, lawyers, grocers, and more. More than just Mullings was in Dieter's pocket. He turned back to the computer and resumed watching the fourteenth in a series of a hundred simulations on a certain hero causing the organization problems. He smiled and took out a Sat Phone with one button then pressed it. When the other end picked up he spoke a coded phrase then waited, "Log #57, update, Gifted agent encountered. Woman, British, 5-9 or 5-10, athletic, brown hair, blue eyes, flight, strength, speed. Unknown backing. Situation under control. Monitoring."

Poor lee staggered through the alleys of the city coughing some, still some. The kick start of his idled awakened abilities had been more than a little jarring and now that he was recovering from the over compensation of his parasympathetic system he was not was conscious but not to with what was going on. He put everything he had though into trying to focus on the back door of the clothing store he was moving to, it was likely the hospital gown they had tossed over him already attracted some attention and that was the last thing he wanted.

He moved to the door taking the ID tag he had clutched in his hand when he woke. Score one for the tiniest bit of critical thinking before his brain was overloaded with adrenalin to the point he couldn't think at all. He went to use the metal clasp to unscrew or pry the cover off the security pad when it seamed like his hand just melted into it... He could clearly see his hand was just resting on it... or could he? His mind spun some as he tried to clear his mind and wake up. He couldn't tell where his hand ended and the pad began. While a strange glow spread over the box in a circuit like pattern, he was panicking. This was the signs of a stroke shutting down the left side of the brain, that whole hippy we are all one thing became a lot more literal when you left brain didn't work he remember hearing, not being able to know where you and anything you where touching started and ended....  He wished it was that easy though, he could almost see/feel the inner workings in his mind and it would be easy enough to just switch them, but he had to get it op-

A startling and confusing, rather than satisfying, click was herd as the switches in the door and alarm box flicked. He pulled away and backed up looking at the green lights, did the magnetic locks just disengage?  Was the alarm shut off? That didn't make any sense, but he tried the door and it was lose. He didn't have time to think about it if he didn't want the door locking up again so he pulled it open and staggered inside slumping agenst a wall to rest.

Good god was he tired, and why in the hell did he crave caned fish and modding clay.
This message was last edited by the player at 07:01, Mon 11 May 2015.

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Non- cannon battle post.
Following the road brought me to a turning that that had an inviting notice “Pirvate No Entry” it announced. Obviously the path to choose. The gate I spied in the distance had an armed guard so skirting the perimeter fence to see what could be seen was the option I choose though I nearly stumbled upon armed men in combat fatigues patrolling the area. I wondered if this was a military installation, but it wasn’t mentioned in the briefing.

It was hard to pick out much detail in the predawn light. Something was happening in the valley that was spread out below me perched as I was in a tree top high above the patrolling guards that passed nearby every 23 minutes.

A vast expanse of concrete spread out from a hanger that could easily hold three or four jumbo jets. But there was no airfield here, not that was shown on any map I’d seen. Birds sang in the trees oblivious to my presence. I settled down for a long wait not expecting to see any activity for at least 3 hours, but I was wrong. Just as I had settled an orange light started flashing on the left hand side of the hanger and after a few moments hanger doors rolled back and little black figures started to emerge from the open door.

There just didn’t seem to be enough runway for anything substantial to take off or land I though as tiny vehicles emerged from the hanger followed by something that was akin to the star ship enterprise. It was a massive structure with what looked like a helipad to one side. It was 20 minutes before the ship was fully out in the open and another 10 before it came to a halt. All the little figures stood clear and the ship made a strange humming sound. I knew I should call this in but my com was in my handbag back in the rental car.

The humming sound increased as the ship lifted off the ground and the humming noise subsided as the craft hovered a few feet in the air. Some sort of sky base I wondered, made sense, difficult to send in ground forces if its 200 foot in the air. Then white smoke started to plume from what I guessed to be exhaust ports, but my thinking was wrong as slowly the air ship became covered in a fluffy white cloud.

Shit! I need to call this in but events had overtaken me as the cloud rose into the air and started to head east toward the coast. Wow I thought where did they get technology like that? Then it struck me, the awakened, it must be awakened. There must be people who have awakened academically in order to build technology this far advanced. I was guessing that that was no aero engine I’d heard but an antigravity machine and maybe solar powered so no need for fuel.

These things raced through my mind as I followed the craft on foot not wanting to be detected by any on board radar it most definitely would have. The cloud that hid the ship was easy to follow as it took over an hour to cover the 5 miles to the coast. As it headed out to sea I decided to try getting on board. Jumping into the air I covers the distance to the ship as quickly as I could. Just before entering the cloud however I crashed into some invisible force field. Its shielded I thought making my way back down to earth. I was kicking myself , I really should let ITSDA know that I’d discovered what must be a sky base that was shielded.

I was in the air in an instant when the helicopter came into view, risking detection; I approached the sky base from the opposite direction to the helicopter. As I’d hoped the shield was disengaged to allow the helicopter access to the base. Tring to remain hidden I made my way round to the helipad. Sneaking my head round just in time I spotted two men enter the base and they stood by a window talking. Focusing in on the men’s lips I lip-read one reporting to the other. “We reach sky base location in thirteen hours and full satellite control is expected to be in 36 hours commander.”

Namidias. This had to be Namidias. Full control of government satellites within two day! Things were moving fast. I was then I noticed the barrel of a rifle pointing directly at my face. My way in, I thought as I pretended to climb up onto the helipad. I held my hands up as he motioned me toward the door through which the two men had entered the base.

“She’s awakened,” reported the rifle holder. “Spotted her flying around the ship, caught up with her by the helipad.”

“Good work.”  Said the man who’d received the lip read report. “She needs to be disposed of immediately.”

There was not even a moment’s hesitation the bullet bounced off the back of my head as I turned and smiled at the guy who just shot me. Grabbing his rifle I pulled him forward another shot fired as his finger was still on the trigger. Taking the hand holding the rifle I threw him across the room snatching his gun from his hands before he landed heavily against the wall. In one continuous movement the rifle butt was smashed down into the consul of the helipad control room.

Intent on getting to the other two men in the room I barely had time to see a hand gesture from one of them and I was sent flying across the room. When I hit the wall the whole room shook as I landed on the guy who was just recovering from being thrown. The guy who had arrived on the helicopter was now heading back to it making good his escape. I wanted to go after him, he might have been Namidias.  I tried to move in his direction but was lifted up by an unseen force, had my face pressed against the wall. Using my flight powers proved useless as I struggled against the force pushing me into the wall. Whatever held me was not holding my arms so I pushed hard against the wall breaking the invisible hold though the momentum of the push slammed my invulnerable body into the consul, which buckled under the force.
Grabbing the rifle I threw it at the mans head knocking him to the ground.

Shrugging myself free of the consul I meet a hail of bullets from two men rushing into the room. Bullets ricocheting off my face and chest I charged at the doorway knocking both man aside. Charging down a narrow corridor I decided not to stop at the end but kept going my body easily slicing through the thin metal wall. Tables went flying as I entered what turned out to be the mess hall. Chaos ensued someone screamed, shouts went up around me people panicked. Turning I went through the hole I’d just made, I needed the control or engine room, but didn’t think asking for directions was a good use of my time.

The corridor went Left to right, I went left looking for a way down figuring that an anti-gravity engine might be situated at the base of the sky ship so supporting the weight of the ship above it. Descending a narrow flight of steps I slowed looking for door ways to smash my way through. A claxon sounded, late I thought, as a door swished open a man with muscles the size of a football emerged and smiled at me. Dashing past him almost worked but he managed to trip me and I went sprawling face first onto the floor. As I turned onto my back a hand grabbed my throat lifted me up and slammed my back against the wall, I took my turn to smile at him and an uncertain look crossed his face. Noticing a door behind us I use my flight lower against his body weight forcing him to step back. The door swished open and the hum which had become a familiar background noise on the sky base grew louder. I forced him into the room his hand still gripped around my neck. Shouts went up from a couple of engineers in the room as the door swished shut behind us. With a roar he grabbed me with his other hand, dropped to one knee and brought my back crashing down onto his other knee. I raised my eyebrows at his look of surprise my body strength far out weighing my  size and weight.

Rolling of his knee I attempted to get to my feet a hand in my hair slammed my face into the floor and tried for a second time but I countered his weight forcing my way to my feet.  Facing away from the owner of the fingers in my hair I was just in time to raise a foot to stop the onrush of one of the engineers. I could have killed them all easily, I knew it, but I wanted to save people’s lives not kill them. I know I’d been judge, jury and executioner back in the Mullings, but anyone who strayed into their path meet with the same fate and I couldn’t allow that to continue. About half of my concentration was geared to controlling my strength to give people I encountered a second chance and maybe change their minds about what they were doing, but doing this my way was much more fun.

Dashing for one of the many consuls that lined the room I dragged my assailant behind me I punched my fist into a display panel the lights around it died instantly and a second display went the same way. The hand in my hair tried to pull me back but was unsuccessful. I was intent on doing as much damage as I possibly could. The hand let go of my hair allowing me to continue my destruction and I hardly noticed another pair of hands grab me and execuit an impressive over the shoulder throw. I bounced off a wall full of switches and dials and was on my feet in seconds when the two men with the guns came dashing into the room sprayed me a second time with bullets. My clothes were so full of holes and tears I might as well have been topless. The men around me hit the deck, I was on the two men in an instant reliving them of their weapons I turned and emptied each magazine into the consuls.

An alarm sounded in the room and red light started flashing. I threw the rifles like javelins they both struck home one caused a small explosion. The ship lurch and recovered. The two men stumbled toward me. Grabbing a head in each hand I smacked the two of them together, before they hit the floor I was at an untouched consul flicking switches smashing displays. The ship lurched a second time causing me to stumble back. The other men in the room were getting to their feet. I spotted small pipe that ran from ceiling to consul. Reaching up the pipe felt warm and it whined as the metal casing stretched as I pulled it away from the wall. A mass of wires was revealed, something hit me on the back, but I ignored it as I wrapped my fingers around the wires and pulled. The bunched wires resisted finding strength in numbers even though they started to cut into the metal pipe that once hid them. I squeezed my fist tight as I pulled against their resistance and the plastic casing around the wires began to melt under the pressure. Melted plastic oozed from my fist wires and circuit boards began to short. I could feel the electric current flow through my arm as the whole bunch stretched and snapped.

The humming sound stopped. A few moments of silence passed. Then we started to fall out of the sky. I did my best to protect the nearest men from the impact as the sky base hit the water. I left the men to make their own way out as the base started to fill with water. Guessing that this sort of event was never envisaged and no life jackets or life boats were available. I somehow found the man who had used his mind to hold me against the wall. He was concussed though he started to come too. I spoke to him gently telling him that the sky base was in the water and I asked him if he was able to use his abilities to form some kind of boat or platform that could be used as a rescue craft. Fortunately he nodded his agreement as he realised his predicament. Helping him out onto the helipad I flew him to the water and told him I would bring as many people to him as was possible he nodded again. Most of the survivors made it to the man I just rescued, a few of the awakened resisted and I left them to find others who did need help. I stayed with the sky base until it was resting at the bottom of the sea then swam around for an hour making sure I had an exact location for the governments salvage operation as I was certain they would want to see this for themselves.

In reply to Lee McDouglas (msg # 5):

He was just watching the 20th video when an alarm on the panel went off and he glanced at it frowning. The base had several entrances in Mullings spread out between five locations and each was guarded after a fashion with guards and disguised buildings. There was another exit/entrance outside the slums, too. Each location was secured with a state of the art security system and one of them had been breached.

He hit pause on the video and swiveled the chair to regard another bank of monitors. A few flicks of his fingers brought up internal security feeds for the building in question. The place was a local hangout on the edge of the slums that 2was still "open for business." Tommie's had been owned by a man named Thomas Bloke a month ago, before the Organization had quietly acquired it and changed management. They had updated the security system as well. The place should be closed down for the night about now.

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The room that Lee found himself in was grimy in a suspicious way but appeared to be a kitchen. Prep stations were scattered about as well as large sinks, racks of cleaned pots, and knives a plenty. Lee had apparently entered through the service entrance and saw a pair of doors that probably led to the taproom. Even as this all registered, cameras in the room panned to peer at him.

'Damnit', he though. He had, in his confused state, opened the wrong door and got a resteraunt instead. Considering the quality vs security it was one likely involved in some unsavory guest, it wasn't like normal places had motion tracking cameras or guards that attentive.

He grabed the largest knife near him and ran back out into the alley. His best bet was to find a car or truck, ether with tinted windows or a high profile, hotwire it, and then drive away in an unsespecting manor. He remembered again what his mom would say about that...driving like a normal person would and not trying to drive all law abidingly, do rolling stops, speed a little, cut people off, and the like... Stuff normal assholes do when they get behind a wheel.