[Hartley's apartment (his living room, at least) looked pretty average for the most part. The hearing aids he'd been working on earlier were lying on the coffee table along with a couple of science journals and the contents of the first aid kit, but other than that, the place looked pretty unremarkable. He even had pets; a couple of rats peering out at Mick from their cage in the corner of the room. They didn't exactly make light travel easy, but given how much time he spent cooped up inside working, having them around was good for his sanity.
Hartley poured Mick's drink and made his own chilled before coming back out to the living room with their drinks.]
I already knew I could fight the cops. I've done it before. Back when I first got started.
[He handed Mick his drink, eyeing him for a moment as he looked him over for more injuries. He was oblivious to the new blood splatter on his sofa, but that was probably for the best. His place might be average, but that sofa was relatively expensive.
Perhaps bringing a bleeding criminal back to his place hadn't been the brightest idea in the world but it had been closer and easier to get to than his hideout, so whatever.]
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Hartley poured Mick's drink and made his own chilled before coming back out to the living room with their drinks.]
I already knew I could fight the cops. I've done it before. Back when I first got started.
[He handed Mick his drink, eyeing him for a moment as he looked him over for more injuries. He was oblivious to the new blood splatter on his sofa, but that was probably for the best. His place might be average, but that sofa was relatively expensive.
Perhaps bringing a bleeding criminal back to his place hadn't been the brightest idea in the world but it had been closer and easier to get to than his hideout, so whatever.]
How are you feeling?