It started with Sid.
Three rats, one cardboard cart, zero permits. First logged cruising a suburban street after dark — Sid steering, Milo on watch, a third on lookout duty. Sid's the one with a hand raised toward the camera; the crew insists it's a wave. That sighting is where the record begins. Not a whitepaper. Not a pitch deck. A rat with an attitude problem and a vehicle he didn't build.
Then the rest turned up.
Kenji, who treats every branch like a dojo, and Yuki, his closest friend in the collection, who uses a live rhinoceros as a balance beam and doesn't find this remarkable. Chad, at the gym, thoroughly convinced his own reflection is a rival worth staring down. Combs and Vinny, who wear suits to work like it's unremarkable. And Gordon, logged three separate times in a single day — arriving with a wave, taking a nervous first-day selfie, and finally off-duty on a bench with his tie already loosened.
Two later intakes rounded out the file. Sal, a corner regular who's never once been seen paying for the coffee or the cigarette he's always holding. And Biscuit — recovered mid-flex for reasons nobody has located, in a physique nobody has explained.
And then there's Butch.
Hoodie. Two firearms. Leaning on a wall like he's waiting on something. Nobody in the collection asks him questions. Nobody wants to. His file is currently missing a photo — more on that in the collection below.
