On a suburban road devoid of traffic, Dean, with his pipe in his mouth, leaned against the car behind him, staring blankly at the vast expanse of pale yellow-green fields in the distance.
The unknown assailant, the potential nuclear weapons on the college campus... All of this seems to be connected somehow. However, this conjecture still lacks some information for corroboration.
In fact, given Dean's temperament, he should have swiftly driven off by now, letting Little Mike use his network techniques to expose the potential threat of the university town and pass the buck to the higher-ups, instead of getting involved in such dangerous affairs himself.
After all, he was very strong. He could use the peculiarity of space to fend off sparse bullets and rely on danger warnings to prevent sneak attacks, making him nearly invincible in small-scale conflicts.
But I'm not Superman.
