Red Robin filed the information in his mind as he raced back the way he came. He cut down the hallway at full speed, knocking down other patrons as he headed toward the front door of the building.
Outside, he fired a line toward the parking garage, bracing himself as the grapnel yanked him from street level, across the busy street, and toward the structure itself.
He slipped into the shadows in a corner of the garage and waited for the Curator to arrive.
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