Leroy sped through the cool air of the floating city, looking over his shoulder every now and then to check if anyone was following him. [I] That was to damn close Leroy! You almost got everyone caught! [/I] He shook his head as he tried to set his mind straight. The masked man raced through the sky until he reached his destination, Emporia. He unhooked from the skyline and dropped into a deserted ally. "Time for the Dreaded Crow to disappear for awhile" Leroy mumbled to himself as he opened the satchel he had been carrying around, inside was a white button up shirt, a dark brown vest, and a pair of black dress pants with the shoes to go with it. He quickly stripped from his dark attire and replaced it with the clothes in the satchel. He finished buttoning his vest before packing away the Dreaded Crow clothes, save for the shoes. He made his way to a near by ledge, with shoes in hand, and peered over at the seemingly endless fall that laid before him. "Damn. These were my good pair of shoes too." He grumbled before dropping the shoes over the side, and out of Columbia. He then turned away from the edge he headed out into the street, smoothing back his hair as he did so. A smile appeared on the young man's face as he walked down the street, making sure to acknowledge every white man he passed. The young man was ordinary Leroy Bishop, a simple house servant who was now on his way back to Shantytown after a long day's work. He hummed the tune that every Columbian knew, the tune that was dedicated to the city's deadliest creation, as he made his way toward the lift that would take him to Shantytown.