I just wanted a quiet weekend...but it's Friday arvo and I can see the signal coming from Arusha. I wonder what the trouble is this time. Wearily, I put the costume on under my Hawaiian shirt. I place the belt, grapple gun, cowl, throwing stars, gauntlets and smoke bombs in my backpack.
I have misplaced the 'mobile so I will have to bus to Arusha. The Tanzanian passengers in the bus won't realise what they are riding with beyond a reflex shiver and a flinch at the intensity burning out of the eyes of the silent muzungu sitting in the back holding a chicken for a fellow passenger.
Beware the cowardly and superstitious of Arusha, I'm hunting tonight.
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