"The gear you took belongs to the people who need it to keep the caverns running," Eli countered, his hand hovering over his holster. "Why the games on the slug net?"
"He’s good," Pronto grumbled, dusting off his cape. "But he’s not Pronto-good." [S2E10] The Gentleman and the Thief
With a sudden flick of his wrist, the thief launched a specialized slug that didn't explode or burn. Instead, it released a dense, shimmering fog of light-refracting particles. By the time the mist cleared, the pedestal was bare, and the gentleman was gone, leaving behind only a single, silver calling card and a new notification on Trixie's tablet: Better luck next time, Shane Gang. "The gear you took belongs to the people
The blue glow of the Shane Gang’s headquarters was interrupted by the frantic buzzing of Trixie’s tablet. "Eli, you need to see this," she said, her eyes fixed on the latest upload to the slug net. Instead, it released a dense, shimmering fog of
The gang arrived at the Forge just as the shadows began to stretch. They didn't find a hulking brute or a band of raiders. Instead, standing calmly by the central pedestal was a figure draped in an impeccably tailored coat. He moved with a grace that made the heavy machinery around him seem clumsy.
"Eli Shane," the thief said, his voice smooth and devoid of malice. "I’ve heard much of your heroics. It’s a shame we meet under such... acquisitive circumstances."