Hood waited outside of the courtyard, contemplating previous events. Of course, his name wasn't Hood. It was Peregrin Zangel IV.
Well, that didn't really go as planned. I'm not sure who the man was that started the fight, but I may kill him if I see him again. Until then, I need to get back inside. The holo was unclear, but something terrible happened here, and I need to stop it. Maybe I should just activate the locket, reset everything and try again? No, no I doubt it would work on that large a scale. One of them hurt me in there. I didn't know I could feel pain anymore; there must be something here that nullifies my resistance.
Peregrin began to walk into the courtyard, carefully avoiding the cameras as he went; still thinking to himself.
I wonder why those bullets bounced off, though? Does it really matter, though; the point is that I am alive, and have another shot at this. I doubt they'll be pleased at my presence, so I'll need to travel light.
Peregrin reluctantly bundled up his cloak, concealing most of his weapons inside, save for two wrist-mounted daggers, Excalibur and his favorite Thompson machine gun.
Little Betsy, Peregrin thought. Al sure wasn't too happy when I came to collect you. I mean, he shouldn't have been. The crime lord of all Chicago can't prevent one man from taking his own weapon? That's a sad day for someone like that.
Still in thought, he pulled the silver locket tucked under his shirt, and opened it. There was a holo-image there from when he was seven, with his brother and sister. They were both so happy. So young. Peregrin caught himself drifting into thought, and pressed his child self's nose. A black hole leading to apparently nowhere appeared in front of him, but he knew better. It led back to his apartment; thus, he threw the cloak and weapons in, and turned back to the door as the hole evaporated. He walked inside unrecognizable, except perhaps for his smile. He had modeled himself after an old character from the Library's video records; Doctor Who. ((10th season)) He doubted anyone here knew the character though. Regardless, he looked like your average man in his twenties, nothing more; nothing suspicion-worthy, at least.