After eating to his fill, the Helmet man belched in satisfaction before finally standing up to leave the restaurant.
As he left, he deliberately glanced at a few of those faces who had been observing him since in a taunting manner.
They all cowered immediately they felt his stare.
He snickered, then he left.
VROOM!
"Helmet man!"
"Helmet man!"
Unsurprisingly, the children had been waiting for him outside the restaurant since. And as he drove off, he threw a few pound bills at them, making the children shriek in excitement.
The local militia didn't dare to stop him, they only waved him off in a friendly manner as he drove outside the gates of the Town.
He drove far into the wasteland, far away from the Town to the depths of the wasteland that were infested by Neon Beasts.
He was driving towards his hideout.
His hideout, well, it was hidden. Or at least, it was supposed to be hidden till an unknown Mechanist took it on himself to find him.
