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"Yeah. Let me try and look up." Aaron pushed the manhole cover up as hard as he could, pushing it up just enough to see ahead of him. He was surprised to find that he recognized the street it opened on was only a left turn away from his apartment. "My place is nearby. You two can hide out there for a while." Aaron said, jumping back down from the ladder.

"Bronze, you might want to lose the mask. We just need to not stand out." Aaron asked, quickly remembering he would also stand out like a sore thumb. So, he shifted his face back to his own, quickly grabbing the glasses from his pocket and putting them over his now visible eyes. "Do I look alright?" Aaron asked, not really wanting the answer as he again climbed the ladder, pushing the cap with all his strength and pushing it to the side, exiting the sewer.

"Follow me." Aaron began to walk down the street, trying to look normal and hoping his companions were doing the same. When they reached the apartment after a few minutes of walking, Aaron went into autopilot. He walked through the front door, checked his mail, and walked up to his home, almost entirely forgetting the two strangers he had brought home. His place was modest, but he was proud of it. "Make yourself at home. Just stay away from the windows." Aaron grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol from under the kitchen sink and a rag and sat down on the kitchen table. He then took off his shirt and jacket, exposing not only his chest, but his still fresh wound. It had healed a little, but was still bleeding slightly. So, Aaron grabbed the alcohol and poured some of it onto the wound. "Damn it!" Aaron winced through clenched teeth as he rubbed the wound with the rag. He then found a bandage wrap in the bathroom cabinet and began to wrap it around his arm, making sure to keep an eye on his new house guests.