[hr][h1][color=DimGray]Sam Clarke[/color][/h1]
[@Mr Allen J]
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Sam nodded and looked down at the touchpad mounted to his wrist. He typed in the name, and a profile came up showing the girl’s face and information. As he read, paying close attention to his peripheral vision to make sure she didn’t try to run away, a little red flag appeared in the corner of the screen. This signified that he had been sent a text. He ignored it for now; this girl probably was not a threat. 

“Miss Fiona Barrett” he read “Ability, adjustable insect physiology. Enhanced senses in default form- no wonder you didn’t make it five minutes in that crowd-” he paused “ currently attending Academy 218 in Alaska.” Sam looked up at her. “Long way from home, are we Ms.Barrett?” He looked back down and read the text message. Quickly he typed back: 

[i]“Assistance not required. Suspect harmless, most likely” [/i] 


[hr][h1][color=yellow]Claire Sparks[/color][/h1][hr] 

Fairs weren’t Claire’s thing. People were obnoxious, the cops showed up in droves, and most importantly, it was hot as balls out. She happened to be passing by on her skateboard, however, and decided that she was too hungry to go on all the way back home to get something to eat. She stopped at an intersection and, holding the skateboard under her arm, walked down the street towards where the fair began. A cigarette hung out of the corner of her mouth, and the white Halestorm tank top which she wore revealed her sleeve of tattoos, including the infamous skull. She wasn’t overly concerned about being caught with it; the Skulls were long dead and as far as she knew NEST didn’t care about them anymore. 

Claire walked around for a few moments, looking at the vendor stands and food trucks. She found a mexican food truck and ordered a chimichanga. She sat down on a bench at the edge of the crowd, sitting on the top of the bench with her feet resting on the seat. Then she began to eat her chimichanga. A few nearby NEST agents glanced quizzically at her tattoo.