Just a tiny bit, but Tannusen's senses are sharper than a human's.
He swipes to the next video, and this is in a totally different setting. Out in the southwestern desert somewhere, the camera's focused on a beat-up old blue pickup truck and the door to a 5th-wheel RV. Some big, buff knucklehead is siphoning the gas out of the truck, and clearly hasn't noticed he's being filmed.
The door to the RV bursts open and the camera actually zooms in a little on the busted-up face of the woman who emerges in a tanktop and jeans and combat boots, covered from fingertips to elbows in what had to be clay dust. There's several flat, geometric tattoos visible on her scarred-up skin, including a rectangle across one cheek.
As swift as though being shot by a professional, the camera swung over to the fuel-thief. He'd paused, gaping a bit as the woman just stared straight at him. Not a word was said. The camera panned back to the woman -- the tattoos had all moved?! -- and then back to the thief.
...The thief who then picked up the gas can, took the siphoning hose out of the tank, and nervously poured the gas back into the truck. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the cameraman, obviously Tannusen by the sound, started laughing. "Knew you'd get busted."
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Just a tiny bit, but Tannusen's senses are sharper than a human's.
He swipes to the next video, and this is in a totally different setting. Out in the southwestern desert somewhere, the camera's focused on a beat-up old blue pickup truck and the door to a 5th-wheel RV. Some big, buff knucklehead is siphoning the gas out of the truck, and clearly hasn't noticed he's being filmed.
The door to the RV bursts open and the camera actually zooms in a little on the busted-up face of the woman who emerges in a tanktop and jeans and combat boots, covered from fingertips to elbows in what had to be clay dust. There's several flat, geometric tattoos visible on her scarred-up skin, including a rectangle across one cheek.
As swift as though being shot by a professional, the camera swung over to the fuel-thief. He'd paused, gaping a bit as the woman just stared straight at him. Not a word was said. The camera panned back to the woman -- the tattoos had all moved?! -- and then back to the thief.
...The thief who then picked up the gas can, took the siphoning hose out of the tank, and nervously poured the gas back into the truck. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the cameraman, obviously Tannusen by the sound, started laughing. "Knew you'd get busted."