[Liethell]

With the information, Harold nods a thanks and climbs away, top speed. He replaces the manhole cover over the ladder, and off he goes. Trissie holds his shoulder and pats him, "Most likely, the warrants are for Leet. He ain' exactly doin' legal junk, practicin' without no license. I wouldn' worry too hard though. At least, not for Leet." She smiles and begins to walk him in the direction he came from. "He'll be jus' fine. I coul' tell you all kinds'a stories 'bout Leet and the po-po." She giggles a little.