Tarn's spirits are high as he leaves Brainstorm's workshop. Things had gone exactly as he had hoped with minimal resistance from his new business associate. Leaving Spinister with Brainstorm, he is feeling confident enough that he can make it back to their shack with no problems.

His footsteps are light and quiet as he travels a hidden maze of alleyways and tiny side streets, holding the best chance to avoid contact with any of the city's inhabitants and remaining as discreet as possible.

Tarn hasn't gone far when a small noise clatters inside a storefront somewhere behind him. He instantly freezes, glancing around to pinpoint the source of the noise. Finding nothing, he brushes it off as the rubble probably settling. Tarn is a heavy frame type, perhaps the vibration in the ground had loosened something...