The Red Racoon Dog

[Tain]

Day ?

Tain didn't know where he was, or how he got there. He had been rather pleased with himself over the newly upgraded Red Racoon Dog, and took himself to a bar as a treat after he completed his next run. He couldn't remember what planet it was, but a quick glance around gave it away in full. He was on Manhattan. In an alleyway no less, with his second pair of pants around his ankles and a intravenous fluid tube stuck in his arm. After a quick inspection and a mild panic attack, he figured out that it was just a medical IV.

He didn't think he had drank all that much. And moreover, why did he pull his pants down in an alleyway and then pass out there until morning? Or was it longer than that...? Unbelievable. Some hacker could have gotten away with his entire neural net by now. And then, not only that, but the Dog as well. How careless! Luck was still in his favor though, and all his cash was still present. Still, the thing about his pants bothered him.

Tain got up very slowly and brushed himself off without much pomp or ceremony. There wasn't a whole lot of dignity to a day after an enormous drinking binge, and given the number of pedestrians that had already passed him today, there was simply no point in trying. He did at least take the time to button his pants and secure them around his waist once again before making his way to the Dog for a long shower.

It'd be a few days. He wanted to lay low and take things easy, and why not? He was successful in reaching his goal. Surely that merited more than a few drinks of substances that he'd normally use to clean his laser pistol!

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Penguin.