Dick pulled the hood a bit tighter around his head as he saw the clones enter the tavern. He cursed beneath his breath, watching from the corner of his eye as they approached the bar, offering up a holographic picture of his face.

When the bartender looked to the back seat where he’d been, though, they wouldn’t find him. He had already slipped out the backdoor.

He thought he’d been safe, damnit. He was sure he’d have a moment of rest. Well, there goes the room he paid for. Lost in his own mind, he didn’t notice the other person before he collided into them.