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>>5949989>>5949849>>5949847>>5949825>>5949813>>5949749>Try and find a place to hide, even a dumpster if need be, till nightfall. At least you may have recovered more by then.Of course your first inclination is to destroy the jetpack, that damn thing that almost killed you. Using the dumpster again and wincing to pull yourself to your feet, you clamor back amongst the debris to drag the apparatus out. As far as you can tell it seems inoperable but that's not enough, you want to make sure it will never fly again. Unfortunately with what you have available to you, you don't think you'd be able to accomplish more than just banging on it with some discarded metal pipe or something. To really properly destroy the thing you'd probably need something industrial-grade like a compactor.
So you resolve to hide the thing for now and come back for it later, when eventually you can take it to a scrap yard or trash dump. In the meantime, your own predicament is more pressing. Leaning against the dumpster for support, you look about your surroundings to see what you can and try to figure out what you should do. Getting to your car would be ideal but you're in no condition to be wandering about downtown Malton, especially dressed as you are.
No, as unpleasant and unwanted as it may be, you'd do better to find some place to hide. To lie low and rest, at least till nightfall when your prospects for escape will be better. And so keeping to these alleys and backstreets, you stagger along checking doors and windows until eventually you find a parked semi-trailer in the rear loading bay of some business. Of course the thing is locked, but you can move the rolling door ever so slightly for enough of a gap that you can squeeze through.
Maybe it's not ideal but it's dark, quiet, and among the contents of the trailer you find some stacked carpets. Better than hiding in a dumpster, as you struggle to roll one out in the enclosed space, and pretty quickly pass out from exhaustion and pain.
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