Sandman, for his part, was just glad to be doing something. He'd been sitting on his ass for far too long in the City, and it was nice to be pointed to a nice, clean score. Not to mention, he really needed to forget the trainwreak that was last night.

He slid across the ground, a trail of sand against the ground, headied for the museum. It wasn't the most subtle approach, but other than a couple of shocked glances, it wasn't bringing in too much attention. Only really noticeable if you were paying attention.