He goes over to the door, places his hand against the lock and the blue light flows over and into it. Tumblers rotate and click. Bam, done.
Then he opens it.
Apparently, he can do subtlety, too.
He closes and locks the door behind them, X-Ray visions the house.
"Clothes are upstairs, right?"
He bounds up the stairs towards the room he saw that looks most like a non-parent's room, talking to Tim as he leads the way in his own house. He's only ahead because of those long legs and his speed.
He steps aside at his door so Tim can go in and get started. It's clear the other rooms are a parents' room, guest rooms, etc.
This one seems like a young guy's and has a closet of clothes that'd fit his frame.
"Okay, get dressed. Fast." He rattles off the best way to do it. "Keep it as plain as possible. Solid colors wherever you can, plain jeans, or cargoes. Layers in case we have to be out in the cold. No logos, no print screen tees, no band shirts. Try to keep it unmemorable to someone giving a description. They're more likely to get plain colors wrong and distinct designs right. Then grab a plain bag or backpack, an alternate outfit to change into later in case they catch us on camera near here, and pack some basics like underwear and socks."
He shakes his head.
"I don't think we should waste time on hair dye here. We'll grab some if it's in your cabinets to take with us, but if we dye our hair, it should be at a location they're not going to eventually link you to, like a motel. But if you have plain hats - beanies, baseball caps - that'd be good for now. See if you can grab one for me, too. Glasses, sunglasses, or a parent's reading glasses that don't screw too hard with your vision would be good, if there's any around. Then we'll worry about supplies."
He goes into Tim's parent's room across the hall, calling over to him.
"I don't think I can fit in your clothes but I see your dad has some stuff that might fit me. So I'm gonna raid your parents' closet or maybe steal from one of your neighbors."
There's a pause from the other room.
"And you'll get answers, when we have time. To everything. You deserve that much. If they already want you dead as a witness as is, there's no point in hiding anything confidential. Either they'll kill us, or I'll somehow fully expose or blow the whistle on the project to the public somehow, there really isn't an in-between."
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He goes over to the door, places his hand against the lock and the blue light flows over and into it. Tumblers rotate and click. Bam, done.
Then he opens it.
Apparently, he can do subtlety, too.
He closes and locks the door behind them, X-Ray visions the house.
"Clothes are upstairs, right?"
He bounds up the stairs towards the room he saw that looks most like a non-parent's room, talking to Tim as he leads the way in his own house. He's only ahead because of those long legs and his speed.
He steps aside at his door so Tim can go in and get started. It's clear the other rooms are a parents' room, guest rooms, etc.
This one seems like a young guy's and has a closet of clothes that'd fit his frame.
"Okay, get dressed. Fast." He rattles off the best way to do it. "Keep it as plain as possible. Solid colors wherever you can, plain jeans, or cargoes. Layers in case we have to be out in the cold. No logos, no print screen tees, no band shirts. Try to keep it unmemorable to someone giving a description. They're more likely to get plain colors wrong and distinct designs right. Then grab a plain bag or backpack, an alternate outfit to change into later in case they catch us on camera near here, and pack some basics like underwear and socks."
He shakes his head.
"I don't think we should waste time on hair dye here. We'll grab some if it's in your cabinets to take with us, but if we dye our hair, it should be at a location they're not going to eventually link you to, like a motel. But if you have plain hats - beanies, baseball caps - that'd be good for now. See if you can grab one for me, too. Glasses, sunglasses, or a parent's reading glasses that don't screw too hard with your vision would be good, if there's any around. Then we'll worry about supplies."
He goes into Tim's parent's room across the hall, calling over to him.
"I don't think I can fit in your clothes but I see your dad has some stuff that might fit me. So I'm gonna raid your parents' closet or maybe steal from one of your neighbors."
There's a pause from the other room.
"And you'll get answers, when we have time. To everything. You deserve that much. If they already want you dead as a witness as is, there's no point in hiding anything confidential. Either they'll kill us, or I'll somehow fully expose or blow the whistle on the project to the public somehow, there really isn't an in-between."