His rivals could not be seen tonight, but the Rat knew all to well they were there. Movement to his left caught his
eye and he paused, searching for the cause. Friend or foe? ally or enemy? He waited listening for any signs of an
attack. "Well well my friend it is you" the Rat thought to himself. The Pick had finally made his appearance tonight.
he had heard much of this one, but why was he so easy to detect? Setup? accident? sloppy? Music escaped from
the neighborhood bar. Smells of cooking made him hungry.