[Espy]

KYD

It smelled rather poisonous outside. Not that Kyd minded, of course. A wide grin slowly spread across his face. However, the toxic smoke, coupled with the recent explosion, would probably have triggered a mad hunt for Toxic Skulls. And Flame Skulls, too, maybe.

The Flame Skulls...they don't stand a fucking chance against the police, do they?

He'd still have to find a new place to sleep. And quickly. The multitude of syringes tucked into his belt made it all too clear who he was.

Only five steps out into the back alley, Kyd suddenly stopped and ducked around a corner. What are those Punishers doing here...? he wondered, thinking about the flurry of movement a hundred yards away, at the other end of the alley, that had caught his attention.