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The enforcer was surprised when he saw a streak of silver in his peripheral. And when he turned to look for the source, there was nothing there but an empty alley way.
The sky boomed overhead as menacing yellow sulfur clouds strolled in. The enforcer didn't give the streak a second thought as he headed for the cover that the oil house across the way would provide.
The sparkling had heard the noise too, and knew the look of those clouds. He scurried from cover to cover, not making a sound. The sparkling knew to avoid certain hidey-holes, like the waste disposals and the incinerators.
Just as the acid rain started sprinkling, the sparkling found his designated shelter. It was a little container that formerly housed a maintenance drone, but was now droneless. The grafitti on the side was colorful and confusing and chaotic - he had heard two ovecharged mechs read out the word Jazz. (It was a good word, he decided.)
It poured, and the sparkling waited.