Every day seemed to be endless. Five months in this new time period, and there was always something new to see that kept him from his investigation. 

Detective Nicky Stars had seen a lot in his time. Cultists, a summoning ritual, spirits, magic itself. His world was like something out of the funnies, though much more grave. His last encounter with the Cult of Aku had sent him spiraling into the future, to where he was now. He was only making sense of it now, after much time in panic about the fate of the world and what he had left behind. 

But as the gleam of the new world began to fade, Nick got back to work. He set up a little place underground where some kind people allowed him to rant, rave, and plan as he pleased, so long as he provided them rent money. 

Now he was in The Bandit's Rest Bar. One of his leads pointed him in the direction that this was where he needed to go next. He wasn't with the law anymore. Aku was the law, and Nick didn't want to be sniffed out just yet. He needed to hide among criminals and bandits while he prepared himself. They didn't bother him, and he didn't bother them. That was just how he liked it.

He sat at the bar, downing a shot and having a nice conversation with the bartender. His mother's half allowed him to have a nice conversation with less than nice people. He was a people person with a charming smile and a soothing voice, all thanks to the gifts of a beautiful Earth Spirit. 

Then the Mercs came in. Nick watched from the corner of his eye as the all filed in. Nick was one of the first to be pointed out, and his hand reached over slowly to the gun in his holster underneath his coat. He almost whipped out the gun, but set his hand back down after seeing the blade of energy sparking to life. It crackled softly, it's bright colors dazzling to Nick's eye. He almost couldn't look away, but he forced himself to look at the other's who had been called out by the Robotic man. Cyborg, they called them now. 

"Well, boys." His slick accent, considered strange in this time, rang out clearly as he put his hands in the air. He turned around slowly, dropping off the seat of the bar stool. "You seem to enjoy your second amendment. Flex your guns all you want, but for the safety of the people, let's not use them."