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Superman, The Man of Steel

"I don't know if I can live up to this.....myth they want me to be."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by The Afterman

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A massive force of superheroes dedicated to the ruin of evil and corruption.

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Name: Kal-El/Clark Kent
Titles: Superman, Man of Steel

Superman is widely regarded as the greatest hero the world has ever known, and with good reason. He is kind, cheerful, and ever good-natured; qualities instilled in him by the Kents. He is headstrong and often reckless, but always bearing good intentions. He is often called a "boy scout" by his peers; a moniker which he wears proudly. Superman is bold, courageous, and always willing to risk himself for the sake of others. His iron will to combat the forces of evil is stronger than his skin. Although his tendency for reckless abandon causes some dispute with others, he remains a valued friend and is very much appreciated for his dedication to the cause of righteousness.

Powers & Abilities

Superhuman Strength: Superman's most prevalent ability is his tremendous strength, able to stop planes in mid-flight, lift structures from their foundations and, on one occasion, even move whole planets. There isn't much Superman can't accomplish with his strength, if he puts his mind to it. Exposure to sunlight increases his physical capabilities as well.

Superhuman Speed: Just as he is strong, Superman can also achieve incredible levels of speed. His ability to reach such speeds is rivaled by few: he even once bested Flash in a footrace around the world.

Flight: Another of Superman's main powers is the ability to fly. This power has served him well in his fight against evil, having given him travel and elevation advantages. Utilizing this ability has also saved the lives of many would-be victims of a fatal drop.

Invulnerability: This particular ability is the one that earned Superman the nickname "Man of Steel". Impervious to bullets, ballistics, and many other types of attacks and weaponry, Superman's physical fortitude is a staple in his mythic existence. Having survived immense explosions, his resistance to damage comes in useful when fighting particularly well-armed opponents.

X-Ray/Microscopic Vision: The ability to see through most anything, and to see at a microscopic level has aided Superman in countless busts and other dangerous situations. This particular ability is useful when Superman wishes to gain perspective about a certain situation and to formulate a "game plan".

Heat Vision: Yet another of Superman's trademark abilities, this power allows him to fire super-heated lasers from his eyes. Useful for melting through just about any substance, Superman's heat vision has come in handy several times over.

Arctic Breath: The ability to breathe out below-freezing temperature breath has allowed Superman to stop many a criminal in their tracks, freezing them in a solid chunk of ice, among other practical uses.

Longevity: The ability to slowly age.Some might call it a gift, others a curse. One may look at it as an opportunity to battle crime as long as possible. Another may see it as painful reminder that one will surpass their friends, and grow to watch them die out long before you. Superman would rather not think about it.

Accelerated Healing: Superman's body has the ability to rapidly heal itself in the event of injury. Exposure to sunlight increases this ability's magnitude.


Among Superman's great powers lies a very crucial weakness: exposure to Kryptonite. Green kryptonite enfeebles the Man of Steel, weakening him and making him susceptible to attacks he would ordinarily shrug off. Red Kryptonite gives Superman an exponential boost in his power; However, the very same substance sends him into a maddened state, causing him to destroy everything in sight.

Alternately, there exists a blue Kryptonite, which greatly increases Superman's abilities without the derangement caused by its red-colored counterpart.


History
Born on the dying planet Krypton, the baby Kal-El was evacuated in an escape pod, in which he was placed by his birth parents, just before his planet fell to the monstrous Brainiac. The vessel made its way to the planet Earth, where the alien infant was discovered by Martha and Johnathan Kent after crash-landing in a great open plain on Smallville, Kansas.

Raised by the modest couple, the Kents decided to name their now-adopted son Clark, and raised him to be a good son and decent man, reenforcing in him the qualities that would later define him as a hero. As he grew older, Clark began to slowly discover that there was something "not quite normal" about him. He had discovered a latent power in him that seemed inhuman; his abnormal strength chief among them. After informing the Kents about his new found "talents", they recalled the tale of how Clark, as a toddler, had rescued Johnathan from becoming pinned under a tractor by lifting the heavy machine off of him. Soon thereafter, Clark would establish the identity of Superman, and use his powers to help those in need.

Later on in life, he moved to Metropolis, where he would establish himself as a news reporter. He would also build a career of fighting crime as Superman, and become Metropolis' very own guardian. It was in Metropolis that Superman waged countless battles with enemies that would prove nearly insurmountable, yet the Man of Steel would prove himself over and over again.

He is a righteous protector of mankind, and would come to be idolized for his selflessness. For he was the hero the world had been waiting for, the one it needed to ensure their inner peace, and he would give his life if it meant to defend this planet from the evils that wished to oppress it.

Because it was who he was.

So begins...

Superman, The Man of Steel's Story

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Hell was raining down around them, and the streets were being converted into puddles of molten asphalt. Plasma bursts were obliterating the city as they cascaded down, threatening to demolish all in their path.

"Oh my God....." Batman was at a loss at the sheer firepower behind the craft. He regained himself, steeling his nerves as he activated his communicator. "This is Batman; requesting assistance planetside on Terra. These are my coordinates....." He relayed the information quickly, trying to get a response ASAP. "I'm facing a massive ship demolishing the city. I need backup now!"

It wasn't long, however, before the clouds burst apart. Descending into the atmosphere was a blur of blue and red.

Superman.

He came to a stop beside the Dark Knight, looking up. "How ya holdin' up?" Clark asked. "I'm fine", Batman replied, "But maybe we should focus on that first," he said, turning his attention to the warship above them. Superman merely nodded, flying up to deal with the giant machine. Dodging cannon fire was easy enough, and he was able to utilize his heat vision, cutting at the ship's external armor, attempting to weaken the structure, and possibly sever a cannon or two.

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As Tesla moved to magnetize Sam's suit, he would likely learn that the Kanvium plating was also non-magnetic, which meant it did not respond to magnetism at all, though other components in the suit did. However as Sam was caught in the gravity beam of the Reverence, the gravitic distortion of the beam countered the magnetization of the ground, this meant that Sam was continuing to be drawn into the ship.

The weapons fire continued, the Hard Light Shield being punished by the Reverence, while Netan grasped the railing.

Tesla couldn't protect the entire city.

And so, with several batteries concentrated on the Shielded area, the other batteries began to fire into the parts of the city that were not protected, Turbo Disruptor batteries peppering buildings, suburbs, and nearby structures alike, while the Energy Projector laid onto the Hard Light shield, increasing it's power and sending a constant stream of plasma onto the barrier. The surrounding area being heated upwards of several thousand degrees. If the beam itself didn't kill those in the shield, the heat would cook them alive.

The Shield would either collapse, or the sheer power bring levied against the shield would kill Tesla. He would be forced to make a choice.

Superman seemed to fare just as poorly against the Reverence, the heat that was supposed to cut through armor, was dissipated by the ship's shields in a flicker of milky white light. The Shields would also likely physically stop Superman, like a powerful barrier that would have to be overpowered either through cunning or sheer brute force.

Netan watched the readings, and then he nodded.

"Adama's aboard." A Lieutenant reported. Netan nodded. "Cease fire and take us out, prepare to jump back to Hadante."

Once the man was aboard, the purple light dissipated, and the massive ship would cease fire before her FTL Drives spooled up, a field washed over the ship from bow to stern, and it seemed as if space and time began to bend and distort, it would be a few seconds later before the ship vanished entirely, sending out another shockwave, and leaving a burning city in it's wake.

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Tesla witnessed the plasma beam as it blasted down on the shield without any mercy. The terrorists blasted away with the pure beam of energy against the hardlight shield. It seemed that Sam was going to get his way, and thousands of innocent lives were going to die.

But Tesla was glad that Sam was a criminal with just lots of money, and no brains to back up that obscene amount of wealth and power. Plasma was the heating of a gas with ionized molecules or atoms (reducing or increasing the number of electrons in them), thus creating the plasma, which contains charged particles: positive ions and negative electrons or ions.

And if there was one thing that Tesla was good at it was controlling the electromagnetic spectrum. Sam’s little ship did exactly what he wanted it to do, and Tesla wouldn’t have to strain himself to power the hard light shield himself anymore.

Tesla created a long thin pole that reached from the shield and touched the ground below next to Tesla. He gripped the pole with his hand and smiled large as he felt the ionized electrical energy blast down onto the shield.

Using the shield as a conduit to feel for the energy he used his own abilities to control the ionized gas and stole the energy straight from plasma beam itself. The shield didn’t need Tesla to feed it now that Sam’s ship was doing the job for him.

As the shield absorbed the ionized energy into itself it converted the plasma into gas that only lingered in the air harmlessly. And with it the shield took in the needed abundant source of energy and grew to safely blanket the city from harm.

“Sorry, Tron, but brains beat brawn everytime.” he said.

The ship would then have to FTL it's way from the city as Superman wouldn't end his assault.

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The ship fled the scene, and Superman prepared to take off after it. "Let it go," Batman said, "Right now, we've got some chaos to quell." Despite the electrical metahuman's efforts, there was still some damage incurred: fires burned, street was slagged, and people were disheveled.

Superman tended to the fires, extinguishing them using his freezing cold breath, icing over the flames and ending their rampage. Batman made sure no one was severely wounded (credit due to the newcomer), and generally remained in the background otherwise. Superman was the one to approach the police.

"Is everyone alright?" he asked.

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Will had been asleep in his appartment when the sounds of explosions roused him from his sleep. Stumbling around he threw on some of his old combat armor and grabbed his shotgun and holstered two pistols before he opened his appartment door on Main Street. He wasn't entirely sure what he would see outside but the fight was not seemingly over.

At first he saw destruction and an army of WCPD. "The- Fuck is going on out here?" Will said though he figured no one else saw him. He kept his gun lowered at the sight of the police. For a second he though he saw super man. He raised a hand and rubbed his eyes. Is that? Na wait sure looks like it. What the hell was in that beer..... Will thought as he watched the wrap up of what ever had taken place.

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Charlotte and the police officers were barely spared from the destruction, the actions of Tesla and Superman being their saving grace. Charlie was still braced for it to happen, her free hand clenching the crucifix she wore around her neck.

"Munroe!" The SWAT commander shouted, "Munroe, we're fine." He told Charlie, glancing towards a building that was partially destroyed and still crumbling. The building he sent his men into. He could only hope they weren't caught in the blast, but it was unlikely.

"We're good." A police officer told Superman.

"I almost died!" Liam shouted from where he was still hanging, "Eh... I'll handle that..." The SWAT commander said, patting Charlie on the back before heading off towards Liam.

NPA vehicles sped onto the scene as quickly as they could, space vessels coming closer to the planet to deter any more attacks on the city. The wail of even more sirens drowning out the angry, pained shouts of the Terran people. But just barely.

There was a lot of anger to go around and it would.

"How could someone do something like that so... so... s-so... casually?" Charlie asked, "What the fuck is wrong with people?"

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Lennox looked over the damage, trying to take his mind off just how many casualties there might have been. He didn't want to deal with those numbers just yet. What was, for all intents and purpose, a weapon of mass destruction was used casually on the people of Terra.

Lennox was angry, the families of the dead were angry, the NPA were angry.

Phinx was angry at the call she got from her sister. This was made clear by her speeding muscle car slamming to a stop near the yellow tape, "Hey!" A police officer shouted, approaching Phinx as she climbed out of her car. "You've got to move this!" He told her, but the purple-clad woman was on a mission.

She raised a hand towards the police officer's face, pushing him away. She was pissed off, the cop was pissed off, but she continued on towards Lennox and the others who seemed to be in charge. Yellow tape wouldn't stop her.

"What the fuck are you going to do about this?" Phinx asked, a few police officers coming to remove her. "Excuse me?" The SWAT commander responded, "These motherfuckers have got spaceships." Phinx said, "So do you." Lennox retorted.

"Yeah, but we don't use them as WMDs on city blocks." Phinx told the Lennox and the police officers. "She kind of has a point." The SWAT commander said, "Regardless, we're handling it." Lennox said, gesturing around at the NPA and WCPD on the scene, as well as some military and other emergency personnel.

"These... these... bitch ass niggas almost killed my sister." Phinx said, reverting back to the woman she was before she joined the Invictus. "I heard Superman, a Superman, was here. You going to do something?" She asked, looking for Superman.

"This is the kind of shit that makes people think you're weak. You let people walk all over you." Phinx said.

"Lady, it's been like fifteen minutes. Calm down. Find your sister and get the fuck out of my face or I'm going to put you in a broom closet of a cell until my investigation is complete." Lennox told Phinx, "The more you keep talking to me the way you are the better your chances of going in with my boots in your ass."

"Don't tal-..."

"No. You don't talk to me like that. You are dismissed. Get her out of here." Lennox ordered, turning his back on the woman. The police officers grabbing her and pulling her along towards the ambulances.

"Find your sister and get out of here." One of them said as they let go of Phinx, "We don't want to see you again." The cop said, turning to walk off with the rest of his group.

Phinx raised a middle finger at them, trying to keep it as straight as possible just so they get the message.

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Tesla sat there against the very same crosswalk post where all the chaos had begun, the bottom half of his face covered in blood that had oozed from his nose. His head aimed up toward the skyline with his eyes closed; the police were quickly surrounding the area, but Tesla figured he had a few minutes to catch his breath.

People were in a panic of course, it was to be expected, but at the very least Tesla was able to help keep half the city from being destroyed. He didn’t focus on that though, he was too worn out to grieve for the all the innocents or direct his hate at the one’s responsible. He would be doing plenty of that later.

When he felt ready Tesla picked himself up off the ground and whipped his arm against his upper lip. A large streak of blood etched his right sleeve and he blinked at the spectacle; the last thing he thought he needed was to be noticed and kept at the scene longer than he wanted.

He ripped his mask off his face and unzipped his hoodie. It wasn’t his first time being bloodied in a fight, and it wasn’t going to be the last, so he had a pretty good grasp on how to remove the stains. Quickly he used the rest of his hoodie to wipe away the blood from his face and tucked the garment under his arm.

It took no effort at all for Tesla to hide his mask in the big balled hoodie and then blend into the crowd that was gathering to the different ambulances that arrived at the scene. He planned though on keeping his casual pace and walking past a lot of the enforcement, and then perhaps blend into the crowd gathering at the edge of the yellow tape.

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Liuetenant Antoni Paklusky flicked the butt of the cigarette into the street and calmly walked his way to the broken transmission housing, the overturned car below had burned for nearly two hours before firefighters had managed to extinguish it. From his position atop the charred sedan the Liuetenant was able to survey the damage, or at least the local destruction, while numerous other black-uniformed men were seen milling through the wreckage around him.

"PERIMETER readouts have it matched up with an Aschen ship that got tagged on it's way in a few days ago ... " A Corporal offered slowly, reading off a report from a digital handheld. "And, Corporal?" Liuetenant Paklusky came down off the car with a grunt, boots thumping and crunching broken glass and pieces of debris.

"It's not a mil-spec Reverence, sir." The Corporal straightened his posture when the Liuetenant narrowed his eyes. A second later, his thoughts became speech.

"Who the fuck's was it then, Corporal?" Paklusky smacked his hands together, rubbing his gloves for a burst of warmth as he scanned the street from left to right.

"Terrans?"

The Liuetenant had to purposefully squander his desire to reach across and smack the Corporal in the middle of the street. "Not likely, dumbass. Terrans don't shoot like that." He said, pointing to a rising smoke cloud just a few blocks away.

"There were some vigilantes about as well, though our info about the incident is little-to-none." The Corporal referred back to the handheld, the other hand reaching to the comms-block on his assault vest.

"Anthill 2-3 this is Authority Actual, interrogative -- what've you found?"

Liuetenant Paklusky waved a hand at the Corporal, indicating for him to answer as Antoni turned towards a squad of ITDM troopers. "Confirmed, Authority Actual, we're at Delta Site but we've turned up fuck-all."

"Loud and Clear Anthill -- when you're done at Delta head over to Lima Site, need more hands to fill body bags."

Liuetenant Paklusky stalked away from the centet of the street, after having spot two men seated on the curb with two troopers flanking them. Paklusky was hardly an investigator, much in the same vein that the ITDM wasn't a police force, but he, and the ITDM, had a job to do and it would be completed. As he approached the two troopers he took a curious glance around; civilians might think he was a frightened young officer, but truthfully he was surveying the civilians themselves.

The ITDM was not an exemplary embodiment of the Scatterran identity; beyond the Garden these facts may be little known but, the Ministry of Defense had been a repository of criminality, the last appendage of a society built upon hierarchy and race. "What's going on here?" Paklusky inquired as he came over, noticig the two men seating at the curb were doing so because they were handcuffed.

"These two guys were talking specifics about the incident. Clammed up when I overhead them talking about the ship." A Sergeant offered back to him, a wad of dip in his mouth causing the words to run together.

"So you cuff them?" Paklusky's voice rang with a chuckle before he gestured for the two men to be uncuffed. They remained silent as the troopers freed them, only looking to eachother.

"I want to know what happened here. Can you help me out with that?" The Liuetenant said firmly, sliding down onto one knee in front of the men.

"The ship came to pick up an Aschen -- some asshats were running around in tights trying to catch the guy but -- "

"How do you know he was Aschen?" Paklusky replied, one finger extending to the tablet mounted on his forearm. He quickly acticated a voice recorder and then gestured for the two to continue.

"He was Aschen -- Tauron, to be exact -- "

"You mean like the mob?" Paklusky inquired quickly, before the man could finish. He regretted it instantly as ge saw the look of worry come over the Terrans face. "We're only looking for the ship, not the guys they're peddling to."

As much as he tried to comfort the two it was obvious they had run-ins with the Authority before. "He was Tauron, of that I'm sure."

"Alright then, that's all we'll need about the ship. What about the vigilantes?" Paklusky had shifted onto the ground, drawing his pack of cigarettes and offering them to the two civilians. After giving them a light he motioned for them to continue.

"It's a serious problem, y'know, people taking the law into their own hands." The other Terran finally spoke, taking long drags from the cigarette and exhaling through his nostrils.

Paklusky nodded back at him calmly, holding the smole in his lungs. "You're entirely right sir, very serious problem -- people like us are here to keep that anarchy from hurting people like this." He gestured to the destruction around him."

"It just got out of hand quickly." The Sergeant let out one loud chuckle behind the two. The Terrans seemed to shrink back into themselves when the two troopers continued chuckling and giggling amongst themselves.

"Hey, guys, don't you have shit to do?" Paklusky demanded, a look of annoyance on his face. The two troopers both shrugged their shoulders to the Liuetenant. "Well, why don't you pack up and go to Lima -- I'm actually trying to get shit done."

"Yessir, Liuetenant Paklusky."

Paklusky placed one hand in the palm of the other and returned his attention to the men. "Please, continue. Any descriptions of the vigilantes? Powers, name, anything like that?"

"Only two of them had powers, I think two of them knew each other." The Terran finished his cigarette and snuffed it out against the ground with his shoe.

"Very good gentleman, that's all I'll need to start the FBP on an investigation. You two can leave at any time now, anyone asks tell them Liuetenant-fucking-Plakusky said you're clear. Any of you need a ride, there's a Steelback on the way to the hospital leaving soon." With that Liuetenant Paklusky shook the hands of the two men before directing them to a waiting M31-11 Steelback.

Liuetenant Paklusky meet with an ITDM Captain as the Steelback departed; the two officers stood bundled up in front of a temporary checkpoint, one of a series at the various investigation sites.

"So what'd those two natives say?" Captain August was a notorious trooper who had been serving on Terra since the Conflict. Even to some of his own men, he was known as a brutal commander. Ask any of the civilians under his occupation, and the answers won't be very different.

"They say some vigilantes were trying to put the squeeze on a mobster -- Tauron, if that doesn't explain the ... well," Paklusky indicated to the scorched carcass of a building glanced with disruptor fire. "Three of them, two with powers, two might be working together. It's not much but it is somethig for the FBP to start on."

"Like hell I'm going to let the FBP trapse around my AO, Liuetenant. You're going to put together a SAT. We'll let the FBP handle the Tauron mob -- we're taking care of these vigilantes." Captain August slid his cavalry helmet back onto his head, the engine of a GV-18 halftrack roaring as the Captain turned to leave.

"You've got three days to assemble a team and get started on this operation Liuetenant. No bureau forms, not Federal cooperation, just action Paklusky -- just. Action."

Paklusky watched the Captain haul himself into the turret of the GV-18, racking the bolt of the MG-99 machinegun. Letting out a slight groan Lieutenant Paklusky gave the halftrack a middle finger as it disappeared in an intersection.

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Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ Man this city is HUGE! ”

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Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ *feels a slight tremor of energy* ”

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Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ what WAS that ”

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#, as written by lml55
oh hi there

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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.

There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.

Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.

"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.

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"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.

"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."

One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.

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The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"

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 “ Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to? ”

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 “ Anywhere but here/ ”

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 “ Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere. ”

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As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.

In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...