Nobody was on the road, it was 2 AM. he was riding through the city of Atlanta on his motorcycle. Today was omg of his rare days off from the military. As he stopped at a red light he noticed a black figure on the sign above him, spray painting. He didn’t usually care too much about graffiti. He didn’t mind the vandalism, as he stared up at the person, something fell down onto his lap. One of those half gas masks, probably for protection from the spray paint fumes “you dropped something.”