His act had gotten into town the night before and today was their day off, so Feyd decided he would spend it roaming the city. He had made it no more than thirty paces from his hostel before some maniac took a turn way too fast and almost turned him into a chunky, red smear across the pavement. And then there was the telltale squeal of brakes that are failing and the crunch of a normal sized car suddenly becoming a compact. The small hairs raising on the back of his neck told him there was about to be a fire. Sure enough, before he could even look, he felt the jolt of adrenaline that came along with being near an open flame.

There wasn't really much of a crowd yet, so he could probably get away with drawing off some of the fire and slipping away without too many questions. Before he could even take a step towards the accident, a girl threw water over the flames and doused them. Conjuring water was about as interesting of a parlour trick as manipulating fire, so Feyd decided to go see just what in the nine rings of Hell was going on. And then someone from inside the car shot at the girl, and she took off. Feyd couldn't blame her. He took his Zippo lighter out of his pocket and began to flick the lid off and on.

'Just in case,' he told himself as he slowly backed away from the scene, hoping the people in the car didn't take offense to the fact that he just witnessed an attempted murder.