In a war-torn Suburbia…

A paint spatter kept watch. At least, that’s what the Repairman said Marie was doing. In reality, he didn’t expect anyone to come down the alley he found himself in. He just preferred to keep his job to himself.

Oddly enough, she seemed to think that turning her bow into one made of two small road cones tied by vines was a good way to blend in.

Well, whatever. He would just get the job done and they could get out of–

“REPAIRMAN! REPAIRMAN!” He heard Marie call out. “Someone’s coming! Some guy in orange armor, apparently…”

“What? Where?”

Marie said nothing, but pointed behind her brother…

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