[Tadashi doesn't realize what's happening until it's too late. He veers away from the approaching men, intending to cut down the nearby alley to lose them only to find more waiting for him there.
... This was a terrible idea. Not thought out at all. The sort of idea that Hiro might've come up with not all that long ago, and now Tadashi's going to have to go home and explain to his little brother what an idiot his elder sibling is, assuming he manages to make his way home. The men draw closer, and Tadashi's just clenching his fists in preparation to defend himself when when a sudden weight settles around his shoulders.
At first he struggles against the restraint, sure that one of the thugs has gotten a hold on him, and he only gets a brief glimpse of dark, shifting shapes before he's quite suddenly thrown into the air. A frightened yell is the last thing the men on the ground hear from him before he drops out of sight again.
The landing isn't exactly comfortable, but the oddly shifting cushion beneath him at least prevents injury. It takes him longer to recover from the shock of it than he'll want to admit later, but he does eventually manage, and it's when his trembling hands make contact with the moving mass supporting him that he finally realizes just what's happened.
Microbots. Hiro's microbots just pulled him out of a very bad situation and deposited him onto a nearby roof... except they're not Hiro's microbots anymore, are they?
Tadashi takes a deep breath, looking up in time to see a familiar mask appear over the edge of the building, followed immediately by the rest of the man he'd just spent the better part of his night looking for. Callaghan.]
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... This was a terrible idea. Not thought out at all. The sort of idea that Hiro might've come up with not all that long ago, and now Tadashi's going to have to go home and explain to his little brother what an idiot his elder sibling is, assuming he manages to make his way home. The men draw closer, and Tadashi's just clenching his fists in preparation to defend himself when when a sudden weight settles around his shoulders.
At first he struggles against the restraint, sure that one of the thugs has gotten a hold on him, and he only gets a brief glimpse of dark, shifting shapes before he's quite suddenly thrown into the air. A frightened yell is the last thing the men on the ground hear from him before he drops out of sight again.
The landing isn't exactly comfortable, but the oddly shifting cushion beneath him at least prevents injury. It takes him longer to recover from the shock of it than he'll want to admit later, but he does eventually manage, and it's when his trembling hands make contact with the moving mass supporting him that he finally realizes just what's happened.
Microbots. Hiro's microbots just pulled him out of a very bad situation and deposited him onto a nearby roof... except they're not Hiro's microbots anymore, are they?
Tadashi takes a deep breath, looking up in time to see a familiar mask appear over the edge of the building, followed immediately by the rest of the man he'd just spent the better part of his night looking for. Callaghan.]
... Thank you.