The Beetle rattled into the alley. The moment it stopped, Miao Mu slammed a fist against the steering wheel.
Tonight had been awful enough, and now this piece of junk was acting up. It had been fine on the way here, but now either the doors would not open or the engine was making a bubbling, rumbling noise.
Miao Mu pushed open the door and got out. The alley lit by the headlights was empty, without a soul in sight...
"You were almost late." Rorschach's voice came from the staircase nearby, and Miao Mu turned toward it.
Wearing a trench coat, a round hat, and an inkblot mask, Rorschach descended the stairs. The brown trench coat made him look especially like a detective from an old movie.
Miao Mu pulled out a lighter, lit the thin cigar clenched at the corner of his mouth, and took a deep drag.
"I haven't had much luck today. Another fight?"
Holding the cigar between his fingers, Miao Mu tilted his head and spoke, exhaling a cloud of smoke that dispersed in the headlights.
"I told you, I won't fight you tonight. If you want to fight... follow me." Rorschach turned and walked away.
Ahead stood a tall wall, more than three meters high. Rorschach rushed toward it in two steps, planted a foot against the wall, and vaulted himself up. Standing atop the wall, he looked back at Miao Mu.
Miao Mu tossed his cigar to the ground, pulled the modified Glock 17 from his waist, walked over to the car, and tossed it through the window to Jason. He rubbed Jason's head.
"Go to bed early."
With that, Miao Mu turned and charged at the wall. Copying Rorschach, he planted one foot against it and kicked upward, but he was nowhere near