Pinstripe rolled his eyes as he impatiently watched the repairman gear up, he tapped his foot against the ground as his gun remained pointed in the other man’s direction. He was taking proaction but truthfully he wanted this end quickly so he could go back inside.
It was a cold night and the bodyguard forgot to layer up before going out this dark night. He figured that this man was hired by Cortex but usually with these kinds of workers they would be working by day rather than night but he didn’t too much thought into it.
The Repairman had a very hard time seeing through the mask. It was far too bright. He figured it was because the hazardous materials glowed. After all, the surface was a neon green. He sighed, not wanting to feel around the bottom of this sludge.
Oddly enough, though, the light that was currently blinding him was not green. It was a light yellow.
Huh. I guess pollution comes in all colors.
He turned to see if he could at least get a feel for his surroundings. When he turned, the light dimmed, revealing the unhealthy color of the waters around him. He turned back. It was still a blinding yellow over there. The Repairman squinted. If he had a consistent mouth, he would have frowned in confusion. While not wanting to approach it, lest it be his seventh or eighth problem that night, he kept looking into the light to try and figure it out.
Why would it be like…Oh….
Feeling like a fool, he picked up his lost flashlight and continued his search. Before doing that, though, he decided to wave it upwards, as a signal to show to the mobster that he was still there, and doing fine.
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