Sorbere had taken action as he bust through the glass doors, shattering them instantly. Nearby pedestrians had stopped everything they were doing, or had begun to panic as the sounds of the shattering glass sounded like someone had blasted a firearm in the sky. It didn't take long for the Italian teen to dust off the metal he absorbed, as he was sprinting across the street, causing car users to become frantic. They swerved as he moved, jumping over them, sliding over them, even sliding under an eighteen wheeler's load it had in the back. Sorbere was quick to react and quick to move as he wanted away from that hellish place quicker than lightning now.
The teen had kept running, he kept running and running until he couldnt run any longer. With that being said he was at least less than half a mile away from the building. All that training was worth it, but what was next. Sorbere needed money, he needed identification and much more. Stealing was the only optional way, as going to the police would get him sent back to that hell hole once again. When you need to be a rat you need to find rats, Sorbere had thought of as he walked down a random alley way, spotting some thugs in a short distance. He was going to get what he wanted, exactly how he wanted now.
