Dan was completely, totally, 100% done with whatever the fuck was going on. The one bitch had passed out and they all ran away, leaving him behind for some... Mediterranean mook in a cheap suit. But the man had just... Walked past him. Whatever the fuck any of this was, Dan had had it. They'd made their escape, however conspicuous it had been, and that was... That...

But Dan knew that wasn't that. Four super powered dicks in the middle of Shitsville Britain, being tailed by a guy who smelled of rotten eggs and cash... Dan knew that, no matter his personal thoughts, this was gonna be the most interesting part of his week. And with that, he stepped over the maimed shrubbery and followed the path of destruction that had been left behind.