Leon, New Hallendren, Chroma Street
Leon crouched at the edge of a street and an alley, watching carefully. No signs of anybody, except for a few walkers, who came by quickly with their heads down. So when a truck careened by, Leon frowned.
He burned steel, looking for metal lines to Pull on, but barely any came out of the truck. That was strange. Very strange. That could only mean one thing: aluminum. Whoever was driving this car was carrying aluminum. Likely smugglers.
He Pushed himself into the air, arcing over the street and landing with a loud thump on top of the truck. Now wait and see.