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As the helicopter spun out and Aaron saw that the masked man had opened the cap, he booked it toward the opening. He quickly motioned for the two to head down the ladder and followed suit, making sure the cap was put back on tight.

"They're gonna be on us soon. We'll walk around down here for a little bit, find another way back up to the surface, and we'll hide out for a bit." Aaron said, looking at his clothes held by his injured arm. "You might wanna look away for this." Aaron warned the two as his body started shifting to his normal form as he put on each article of clothing. While he knew his regular clothing was a lot less intimidating, he didn't want to risk the chance of leaving anything behind. He still however kept his faceless appearance.

"So, I guess we should start with names." Aaron said, trying to start a conversation in the cold and wet sewers as they walked. "Most people call me The Scream. Like the painting." Aaron said as a question popped into his mind. A question he couldn't believe he hadn't asked. "So, miss, how did the Cape Killers find you?"