"Holy shit, the Maelstrom."
Brick stood by the window. His Sharp Eyes were set to maximum magnification, and from far down the street, he could see that someone had turned on a high-powered floodlight in this building.
That was fucking terrifying.
Still, a few people who were either drunk or high wandered into the place without even looking up.
BANG!
The ground shook violently, jolting their nerves awake. Bleary-eyed, they looked around-
Brick stared at them and opened his mouth. A row of uneven metal sawteeth glinted faintly. From a distance of about twenty meters, his teeth were barely visible, making him look like-
A beast in the dark!
"Ghost!!!!"
The burly man turned and ran. His foot caught on the curb, leaving a bloody smear as he went down hard and crawled across the road, his head bleeding.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought someone had been dragged away and dumped here.
Brick spat. "Damn it, they say Westbrook has good public safety. We never see drunks in Watson District."
[V: Are you here to make jokes? There aren't any drunks in Watson District because you've already grabbed them all, haven't you?]
"...That has nothing to do with me."
Brick paused and muttered under his breath, then grabbed the edge of the wall and jumped down.
Soon, the ground began to shake continuously. The uneven dirt surface trembled more and more violently. With a roar, a metal drill burst out of the ground.
Once it emerged, the drill quickly stopped and retracted. Four metal digging arms swung open with a clatter, widening the hole enough for someone to poke their head through.
Then Doom Doom's head shot up, covered in dirt and dust.
Of his seven Sharp Eyes sensors, only three were still lit, and another was