*Clap* *Clap*

Behind the masked man stands another man, clapping. "Well done, not only did you not get a hotdog, or your money back, but they saw you and called it in...," the tone contained a smirk but one couldn't see so as the man had a black helmet on. "And you're injured too? Well done indeed."

He was around the same height as the other man but wore a bikers leather jacket with no distinguishing marks, jeans, and heavy boots.

"I was going to follow those two, which now I can't thanks to you," the man said again. "So, at the very least you owe me something... like, who are you and why would ever get involved with them like that?"

(Just a heads up, I tend to only post M-F, USA/Chicago time 8am-5pm)

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