- Joined
- Nov 4, 2016
- Messages
- 26
- Reaction score
- 10
Scanning the streets in front of him, Ocelot patted his jacket with a slight look of concern. The small cubic box was still tucked into his inside pocket, relatively safe from prying eyes and hands. Relaxing his posture slightly again, he headed towards a side street off to the left, hoping to use the short cut to speed up his exit from this invasive planet. Just as he turned to veer off, he noticed a presence at his side. A hand was in his outside pocket. Instead of turning to look, Ocelot grabbed the arm and pulled it into the quieter side street, taking the thief with it. As soon as they had left the bulk of the pedestrians, he turned and aimed a strong punch to the man's face.