Most people look a the world, and what do they see? They see the mundane, the ordinary. They go through their lives content and pacified by the fact that when they wake up it will be to the same aparment they went to sleep in, the same wife and two and a half children to greet you, the same commute to the same mindless job to look forward to. They watched the news and say murder and mayhem, but never witnessed such things more than second hand. They knew the country was in the midst of the second abstract war (first drugs, now terror), and they secretly suspect the guy who was driving their taxi last night.<br/><br/>If only they knew that the taxi driver wasn't a terrorist, but was instead an orc taking on extra shifts to support a liter of kids at home.<br/><br/>Of course if most people knew the truth of the secret world around them, there would probably be chaos. Suspicion is already the word of the day. It's bred into citizens earlier with every generation. No, oblivion is the new opium. It keeps everyone calm and docile. The thing is that it's not just your average human that can be oblivious. No, even those who lead secret lives under the suspicious eyes of Jeo and Jane Average can sometimes be oblivious to the things around them.<br/><br/>Take, for example, the guy in the back by the old arcade machines. Most everyone in the place hasn't even noticed him there, what with the usual university hipster crowd that seem to frequent that section of Ernie's. Billy certainly fits the look. Average height, a little bit on the skinny side, mussed black hair; the kind of build you get from an overactive metabolism instead of from working out, even the hint of a tattoo on his bicep, in binary of all things. His clothes scream geek as well. Dockers Mobile fit khakis, the kind with extra pockets for tech toys, pockets that are no doubt brimming with them, a tight black t-shirt that reads "All my good shirts are in the laundry.", worn military boots, almost unrecognizable from the wear and tear they have seen and thoroughly lacking polish. He's even wearing dark sunglasses indoors. But there are little things that set him apart from the normal hipsters. Things like the fact he seems to be playing two different games at the same time with no ill effect on his performance. There's also the fact that every once and a while, when the ladies inuendo gets a little loud, he looks over from the corner of his eye. Sure, the look isn't unusual, but the fact he seems to linger just long enough to confirm what he is really seeing should be telltale, if anyone is inclined to notice, that is.<br/><br/>The crash seems to draw enough to Billy's attention away that he engames on one of the machines. When he turns back he just shrugs, and lets the other game die out as well. He enters the requisite 'ASS' in the two top score slots, and turns from the machine, heading to get himself a pop. As he passes the gathering, he nods, to no one in particular.<br/><br/>`Never a dull moment.`<br/><br/>And he walks on by, fishing change from his pocket.