[ He'd stayed near the wall as the cars had driven past. White text on green plates, one reading --X886. Too bad he didn't have anything to write it down with. No matter, he's done what he can. Better to leave now, without pushing his luck too far.
Pushing himself off of the building, he heads down the emptier street - anyone with good sense for trouble found themselves with a pressing need to be elsewhere.
By all rights, Peter should have been long gone - even as he makes heads towards the road he'd directed him to. ]
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Pushing himself off of the building, he heads down the emptier street - anyone with good sense for trouble found themselves with a pressing need to be elsewhere.
By all rights, Peter should have been long gone - even as he makes heads towards the road he'd directed him to. ]