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Location: Kent Street, City center
interacting with: Jet Fuel
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Steve and Robert were heading over to the Heroes' Café to get some drinks to celebrate, but halfway Kent street, Steve thought of something. "I wanna make a quick stop at the supermarket before we go to the café"
"Now? fine, I know a shortcut from here." Robert pushed Steve's wheelchair through a narrow alley. [i]Lois Lane[/i], read the sign.

Not long after, Steve rolled outof EpicMart, with the cupcake and the small candle hidden in his bag. Celebration needed to be done properly: beers, a cupcake, self-mockery and moderate enthousiasm. Robert had been waiting outside and was now staring at something in the sky. "Oh hey Steve, you done? Something is happening in town, can you see those flying things over there?" He pointed to what at this moment only were moving black dots in the sky. "I'm done! And I swear, every time we walk out of this supermarket, something is going wrong in the city."
Robert was not really listening as he tried to see what the flying dots were. "You know, maybe we should go check it out."
Steve rolled his eyes and sighed. "Dun dun-dun dun! this sounds like a job for... Meltman! aren't you happy now that you went with Jet Fuel? Anyway, go check it out, but stay in one piece. I'll see if I can make it to the café without to much trouble. Shouldn't be long before some heroes bring back the peace."
Robert was already taking of his shirt, reveiling his Jet Fuel suit underneath. "One of those heroes would be me. Keep my clothes with you, will you?"
"Geez, ofcourse you were already wearing the costume. Well, good luck Meltman. I'll be at the café."

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Fifteen minutes later, Steve found himself stuck in an alley, as on the streets, Harpies and epics were fighting each other. The Heroes' Café was within sight, but he decided it was better to wait a bit until things cleared up. He was fairly safe in the shadows of the alley, and the harpies were busy enough or so it seemed. Robert, or Jet Fuel, would probably be not too far from here.