«We Could be Heroes»

"Hi," she said to the new girl. "Our friends are, I think in danger, and I was wondering if we could get a message to them." She took a breath trying to decide where to begin. "Firestein asked our group to do some kind of Recon mission for him. we were all supposed to go, but well, we got side tracked. Everybody else went ahead of us and they were supposed to wait for us, but they probably didn't... My sister is with the other group, and I'm worried that something bad is going to happen."
 
Zen watched as the girls dueled, fascinated, he got up and walked up to the guy that looked rather like a body builder.
The man sat on a bench, swigging a drink from a Nike bottle. The only plastic thing that the team had seen down here so far. "Hey, kid." He said, nodding. Something sparked behind his eyes.
 
Foam began to form on his mouth.

Cars honked and screeched. A pair of cars came toward each other, swapping side view mirrors as they passed. But one stopped. A yellow taxi cab.

(I was going to have no one stop and Misty and Grant resort to ancient wolf medical ways but ok)
 
(I was going to have no one stop and Misty and Grant resort to ancient wolf medical ways but ok)
(Oooooh. I screw up. That cab was the one he bounced off in the first story post. Maybe he can help? Or just stick his head out the window and shout curses at her.)
 
The man sat on a bench, swigging a drink from a Nike bottle. The only plastic thing that the team had seen down here so far. "Hey, kid." He said, nodding. Something sparked behind his eyes.
"H-hi!" Zen smiled nervously, and waited for him to stop glugging his drink.
 
(Oooooh. I screw up. That cab was the one he bounced off in the first story post. Maybe he can help? Or just stick his head out the window and shout curses at her.)

(shout curses, I really want to show how Misty and Grant healed their battle wounds in their dimension :p *pat pat* we all screw up sometimes)
 

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