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Rook soon realized that his plan had run into a bit of a problem. A minor problem, but still an issue never the less. Carrying around a trash bag filled with spare clothing items seemed like a good idea, but there were a few hurdles he had to overcome. Namely, the fact that he had to carry it at all times, and the fact that it would probably look somewhat suspicious to any bystanders. Although, if they found a place to stay, he could just leave it there. But for now, he'd just have to settle with looking like more of a bum than he already was.


Waiting for Flick to return from the alley, he occupied his mind with thoughts of the current situation and future. There were a large number of factors that he was considering when it came to what was best for the group. The most important were:


1. Access to food and clean water

2. Warm, safe shelter

3. Risk of capture by Chimera


So far, they had clothing, but lacked food and shelter, although they were currently working on those issues. That left the possibility of capture, which was his biggest concern with the city. While they had seen very few people, that would change soon as more people woke up. Given the city's location to the facility, it was likely there were a large number of Chimera agents already in the city, with more on the way as they were hunted down. It would be best if they avoided others as much as possible, to limit the risk of sightings. It might even be necessary for the group to move shelters every few days, to keep Chimera off their trail. 

His thoughts were interrupted as Flick returned, asking the group to follow him. He obliged, throwing the garbage bag of clothes over his back and lugging it along with him as he followed them. Soon, the smell of hot breakfast food hit his nose. [i]What is that? It smells incredible...[/i] Whatever it was, it smelled somewhat like what he was usually served in the mornings, but...better, almost. It made sense, since whatever the people ate here had to be better than what he was served at the facility. 

Making a mental note of it for later, he listened in to Mal and Crash talking about names. They had a good point- from the few guards whose names he knew, he could tell the names that they had given themselves were likely not considered normal. [color=6ecff6]"We won't have to get new names, Crash. Just fake names, trick names. Names that sound normal, that we use when we talk, are talked to by others."[/color] He then looked at Mal, and spoke. [color=6ecff6]"I like my name too, but it's probably not a normal, typical name. We need a normal name when we talk to normal people."[/color] It only made sense, Rook thought. Besides, Chimera might know the names they called themselves. He didn't want to take that chance.