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[h1][color=aba000]Martin Kirkman[/color][/h1]
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Martin’s musings carried him through much of Lower Union Point Hills. He suspected that any other time he would have seen much more crime, or at least disturbance. Though boat loads of soldiers do tend to have a pacifying effect on the common criminal.  Martin had been staying away from his home turf in the Bazaar. That was a can of worms he didn’t want to open yet. His direction was firmly in the other direction. From the incline he was standing on he could see the edges of Chinatown. Funnily he hadn’t spent too much time there before he left and much of that time had been spent running or fighting.

He figured whilst he was out and about he should get some groundwork done. Walking down a nearby alley he checked for urban outdoorsmen. Finding none he confirmed he had the other thing he needed. A manhole cover. Looking over the alley again he spotted a discarded piece of piping. Laying the piping across the cover he stepped back and found a relatively clean spot to lean against. 

In ten minutes or so he would have a small tool for lifting any manhole cover he might wish. He was sure he’d have business down there sooner or later. Gangers used the tunnels to creep around the city unseen. He could kill two punks with one bullet by travelling there himself when he needed the secrecy. Like anytime he went anywhere with his battledress. Damn inconvenient that people find full combat gear suspicious.  

Pocketing the palm sized loop of metal with a blunt hook like tab Martin thought maybe he could go for something to eat right about now. Beef curry with beef rice maybe. It’s not possible to have too much beef in one dish.