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<span class="mu-b">"-no! Argh... that hurt."</span>
Jolted awake from a fitful sleep by the sound of a passing helicopter overhead, you lash out in confusion with elongated limbs and catch yourself an unlucky one against something in the dark. Breathing heavy, eyes wild in panic, eventually your memory comes creeping back for you to be able to make sense of things, and where you are. Curling up on the rug and hugging your trash bag close for awhile, till you can settle down and think of what to do.
Eventually you do recollect yourself and your senses, making your way back out of the semi-trailer and noticing that you're feeling better. Still in pain across most of your body, but the dull pain of your injuries setting into your body, rather than the sharp pain of them fresh. And it is past nightfall now, however longer past you're not sure but the city lights of downtown Malton shine against a dark sky. Feeling better than you can skulk about the backstreets here, watching and waiting for any passerby until you can approach someone and offer to buy their clothes, or some of their clothes at least.
It takes several attempts but you cobble together enough of an outfit to fully conceal your villain attire, and able to take of the mask so you can walk the streets without obvious suspicion. You may still look odd, staggering along in pain and dressed all weird, clutching a trash bag as you go. But beyond the occasional weird looks and stops by strangers to ask if you're okay or need any help, you otherwise can make your way along the downtown streets without risk. Particularly so, with the frequent police vehicle and heightened police presence all over the place, which keeps you in a state of worry yet never do you actually get accosted by any officers.
And so finally, after eventually locating where in downtown you are and figuring where you need to, an hour or so walk and you can make your way back to your car. Finding the particular parking deck, struggling up the many flights of stairs, and finally unlocking your villainous sedan to collapse across the back seat. At least a good half an hour of just laying there processing the events of the day, after having turned the car on and getting the air conditioning going and the radio on...
<span class="mu-b">"Uagh... no more... that's enough supervillainy for today..."</span>
...the radio, with a constant barrage of reporting about the high profile crime of a supervillain that took place in downtown Malton. You switch to a music channel just to be able to relax. You're tired, you're thirsty, you're hungry, you're in pain, and you just want to go home.
Now that you're back to your car though and able to get your phone again, your stomach sinks when you turn it on to find countless missed calls and texts from your dad, and indeed after just a couple minutes of checking your get yet another call from him. As much as you want to go home, maybe it would be better for the time being if you didn't?