[ Brian seemed to appear out of nowhere, sliding a keyring into his pocket. One of the keys, in fact, was his worldhopping device, but he didn't like to advertise that; made it so much easier for it to get taken away.
He had a wide strap looped across his chest, the black duffel bag at his left. It looked innocuous enough for what it contained, which were his usual on-the-go killing supplies. He wasn't Dexter: Brian liked to do it in the same place each time, with the ease of home and his equipment on a cart. But he'd done it this way before and this was just too much of a fun adventure to pass up.
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He had a wide strap looped across his chest, the black duffel bag at his left. It looked innocuous enough for what it contained, which were his usual on-the-go killing supplies. He wasn't Dexter: Brian liked to do it in the same place each time, with the ease of home and his equipment on a cart. But he'd done it this way before and this was just too much of a fun adventure to pass up.
He smiled. ] Spike, right?