((OOC: Oh thank you, Azure... I give you my gratitude for showing sympathy. It's not easy maintaining a good rep while worrying about making it to UF (University of Florida) with all of these grades I have to accomplish. Anyway, as long as I'm able to rough (I've done that for years), then all I can do is cherish the sympathy you guys give me
))
Stealth lain in that dumpster, wondering to himself what was his problem. What had he learned from his missions in the MAU? It was to proceed with caution and stealth, and so far, he had been failing each trait to infiltration. He closed the dumpster lid, so that he could relieve some of his stress.
He looked at a garbage bag, next to himself, and started beating it with a balled-up fist.
What in the hell is wrong with me? Stealth thought to himself. If only he could find the root to his failing, maybe he missed Tiger. Maybe he missed Cory, or maybe knowing that Rex could possibly still be lurking the streets searching for Stealth's shell was a factor that affected him (from Dark Seasons - One). Whatever the cause what, it couldn't affect him now.
He gradually opened the dumpster lid and looked back outside, where he found plenty of rats scurrying around.
Food! he joshed to himself, in his mind. He pointed a pistol at it and placed a silencer on it. Stealth drew back the pistol and placed it back in his belt, where his glowing blade also stood.
Stealth hopped out of the dumpster and looked up at the roof of the building. He didn't know what was going on, but he was bound to find out. What was the purpose of his curiosity of what was up there? He found that broken pole piece and picked it up. He stared at it, then lunged it across the alleyway, as it landed on the ground with an echoing CLANK! Stealth wondered what was meant for him, and walked away from the scene.
I'm not giving up on getting to that roof, he thought to himself.
but how? I'm Stealth, dammit, I should know!