Laz stopped just before he set his foot on the fire escape. As he thought about it, he realized that maybe he shouldn't just pop out and start swinging. After all, considering his size and face, he definitely wasn't going to look scary in the slightest. Luckily, he learned one very important lesson from Tony. When your going to do commit a crime, don't let them see your face.
He quickly slipped his mask on from out of his backpack and slid the backpack aside. He had almost forgotten he was carrying it since the recent changes he had been going through made it's weight practically unnoticeable.
As he took a minute to adjust it, he couldn't help but wondering how he would look at the moment. He wasn't exactly dressed up like a hired thug as he was wearing faded jeans and an old Journey tee shirt his dad had left in the apartment he was now living in. It didn't exactly scream intimidation.
