Who: OTA What: Patrolling for some mischief When: Nighttime Where: Highway
Roy easily wove through the sparse cars amongst the over-pass, humming along to something catchy and bouncy he had heard on the radio that day and knowing no one'd be looking out their window to catch a guy dressed in red combat gear and a few quivers packed up. Judging from the amount of people he saw pick their nose when they thought no one was looking, anyway. Cops too. He had his ear-piece on, scanning through police and military channels for trouble as he signaled and slipped out of the stream to the exit into the more industrial looking area. There had to be some kind of gang or smuggling ring doing something out here where no one was looking.
A sound reached his ears and he perked up, u-turning on a dime. "Oh let there be some cowardly and superstitious criminals out tonight!"