The man with no name scowled as he squinted through the downpour at the roads and buildings around him.
TWhich way now?
He grunted, chewing on the unlit cheroot perched in the corner of his mouth.
The rain teemed down on his rugged, handsome face as he observed the passers-by through the droplets on his aviator shades. Cheerful humans and aliens hurried by, carrying variously sized umbrellas. Children in bright, shiny, waterproof clothing laughed as they splashed though puddles in their wellingtons, smiling couples walked hand-in-hand in matching raincoats, and resolute cyclists sped by, clad in clear, plastic capes.
Sensibly dressed, one and all.
Not so the man with no name. His white T-shirt was drenched, accentuating his muscular physique. Also soaked were his jeans, boots, and the
