He had a laptop in front of him and seemed to be in the midst of a research session. He’d claimed an entire table by covering it with papers, including a map of the area. The map had a bunch of colored dots on it with the highest concentration in the main part of the city. It looked like he was tracking hero sightings.
Asar chugged the remains of his coffee, never taking his eyes off of the screen in front of him. It didn’t look like he needed the extra caffeine; his leg bounced up and down and he was typing fast enough that his hands were a blur.
“...Nothing by the park recently.” he muttered to himself. “Slacking.”
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ℂall me Ishmael.
pυт тнαт тнιɴɢ вαcĸ wнere ιт cαмe ғroм or ѕo нelp мe
Put your head up, for you are a lion.Don’t forget that, and neither will the sheep.