He rolled his eyes, and slapped at his side, activating his basic body armor. He stopped and listened for a moment, making a mental note to, once again, tinker with the displacer so that it would do more than a mere hundred feet. If he needed to use, he needed to LEAVE, not move to the other side of a wall. He realized he was alone, and took off down the street, ducking into a nearby alley, heading for the RV lot where his vehicle was stored. Sadly, it was a mile or so away, but any closer and he wouldn't be able to hide it as well.<br/><br/>Once in the first alley, he checked the homemade firearm he carried for emergencies, it fired bolts of electricity that made it function something like a tazer, but took a while to wear off. Nearly an hour, or so it had taken him when he had tested it on himself. He stopped, and swore, realizing he had forgotten his backpack in the office, and now would have to slip in between the mobsters and the authorities, get it, and get out. It was hidden in the desk, so unless they ransacked the room completely, the odds of finding it were only modest.<br/><br/>A brief curse, and he dashed back to the building entrance, pulling the apparent mess of ramshackle parts out of his trenchcoat, and began moving up to the second story where his office was. With any luck, he could pick one off before they realized he was there.<br/><br/>[current equipment:<br/>Basic body armor (armor +1)<br/>Electrogun (ranged weapon)<br/>Touch tazer (melee weapon)]