Mick deemed it acceptable for the pair to make a pit stop, mostly because neither of them had a damn clue of what their next move was yet.  Mick also didn’t know how Sir was going to walk around and not get recognized, but he said he knew a tattoo shop where they could hide out and he could get something done.  Mick didn’t really get the idea behind tattoos, why would you trade something just to have a guy stab you with a needle a bunch of times, but Sir wanted to do this pretty bad.

An hour or two later, the artist was done and Sir smiled, but not in a super happy way.  It was more… nostalgic?  Mick couldn’t quite place it.  The tattoo was just a simple feather on his right shoulder blade.

“What’s that mean?” Mick asked.

“It’s for a friend,” Sir explained quietly, “A memory, really.  Maybe I’ll get to show it to him one day.”

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