[Dick is wandering through Metal, looking at some mp3 players. He's going to scrap them for parts-- they're nowhere near advanced as the ones back home. But their components might be good for something. Though it stinks having to pretend to be more ignorant about tech than he actually is.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flair of red. He turns around fully and...
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Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flair of red. He turns around fully and...
Stares.
What.
Wait.
No way.]