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The Bodyguard squinted a bit as examined the man before nudging his gun to the direction of where the polluted water was. Letting him slide for now, he motioned for him to hurry. He wanted to make his night shift quick and easy.

“A’right, just hurry up. I’ll be standing here to make shoy yous are doin’ yo’ job” he sighed.

The Repairman nodded gratefully, turning towards his open toolbox.

He dug for a few moments before pulling out a formless SCUBA-like suit, with a long hose coming out of the top. The other end of the hose had a funnel in it. The whole apparatus was beige, and patches could be seen all over it.

The Repairman, funnel in hand, dropped the suit into the water. He then reached into his toolchest again and produced a bike lock. After locking the hose to the toolbox, he climbed into the funnel. A bulge could be seen traveling down the tube as the inkblot got into his suit.

* * *

Down in the depths of what passed for water around Cortex Power, he began looking around for the dropped tools.

“That went well,” the Repairman said to himself. "At least he didn’t ask what kind of maintenance I do.“