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Tapping his foot he shifted his weight towards his heel and felt the pressure the feeling of his sock upon his foot as he slid his arms out pointing towards Eddie. [color=fff200]“Ayy. Oh man this is smokin’ the feel of leather on my back the way jeans pull on my skin. I miss all this back before when I wasn’t so busted up. And while I slipped I won’t be so careless next time. Hound Dog is back and he ain’t going away any times soon.”[/color]

“I suppose you’ll be heading to Lost Haven somehow? Even though as your Doctor I highly advise against it until we understand the full scope of your recovery.” Edward Winters spoke as he watched Hound Dog slip his polished shoes on and laced them up. 

[color=fff200]“Eddie, Eddie. You worry too much this is the best I’ve felt in ages. I can take on the world. Look out Lost Haven, The God of Thunder is back! It’s one for the Money, Two for the Show, Three to get ready, now go, cat, go!”[/color] Hound Dog said as he began to shuffle out humming and singing along as he twisted and jived down the hall.

As Eddie stood back, he signed some papers and turned to a nurse. “Have someone inform LH General that a patient of mine may be coming down there sometime.”

As Hound Dog made his way over to Poseidon Energies he pushed his outburst towards the back of his mind, as he kept repeating to himself. [i]‘I’m Fonzy cool, Fonzy cool. I got this. And I won’t slip again.[/i] Zapping over sliding along the lines all the way towards the horizon

[color=MediumOrchid]"Oh...hey, Hound Dog! I’m...waaaaaAAAAH!"[/color] Hound Dog glanced upwards to see Riley swooping down on him like an incredibly uncoordinated eagle. With a flourish and a quick move, he managed to catch the psionic alien in his arms before she had an unpleasant encounter with a nearby telephone pole.
[color=MediumOrchid]"Wh-whoops,"[/color] Voyager said meekly, the purple psionic glow of her eyes fading back to their normal red. [color=MediumOrchid]"Still trying to get used to the whole flying thing."[/color]

[color=fff200]“Hey, hey. If it ain’t my favorite candystriper. How’s it hanging?”[/color] Taking the time for a fun wink.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Much better than it has been, I will admit,"[/color] Voyager said as she clambered out of his arms, her cheeks turning a slight shade of purple before her eyes suddenly lit up. [color=MediumOrchid]"Oh oh oh, I was actually just looking for you too!"[/color]

[color=fff200]“That so?”[/color]

Nodding vigorously, Voyager quickly recounted the evidence from the police officer and the financial records that Martel found as the pair of them finished the trip to Poseidon, with Voyager concluding that said evidence all connected to the Hounds holing up in Lost Haven.

[color=MediumOrchid]"-and Mr. Martel says that if we can find a flight soon we can get to Lost Haven in a few hours!"[/color] Voyager concluded, the seriousness of the conversation unable to mask her enthusiasm.

[color=fff200]“That’s mighty convenient, I was itching to bust up some hounds, heard from that Osiris guy that he’d be out for the big fight so was thinking I’d burn rubber and bring the thunder. How we getting tickets?””[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"Mr. Martel said he had an idea, but I left to get you first,"[/color] Voyager explained, pondering the question. [color=MediumOrchid]"Maybe SPARK could do something to get a plane?"[/color]

[color=fff200]“I sure hope so, I maybe fast but I can’t carry too much that far on my chassis not at the speeds I’d need to get there. Let’s head on in and see what’s up.”[/color]

The two of them walked inside, the room just as frantic as it was when Voyager left it, with Jordan Fletcher darting back and forth trying to stuff things into a pair of backpacks and Martel deep in an urgent conversation on the phone.

“Hey there Elvis!” Jordan said jokingly. “I take it you’re joining us on our little vacation?”

[color=fff200]“I may be rockin’ but I ain’t the King. No ma’am that honor is still all his. But you can count this cat in, all I need is a ride.”[/color] 

Appearing on a nearby monitor Briley spoke through the set, her sudden appearance making Jordan jump and spill a box of bullets. “I may be able to help with that. We’ve been trying to help discover the location of the satellite in orbit and our Lost Haven branch has been hit hard by these hounds and the relief efforts. Terribly sorry for the scare. And yes. I can see and hear you well enough. New security features and all.”

“Cool! Excellent! Awesome! Would have been great to know beforehand, but great!” Jordan shouted from beneath her desk as she chased stray ammunition.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Do you have tickets to Lost Haven then?"[/color] Riley asked excitedly.

“Perhaps. We need to get our supplies there quickly, and we do have a few military contracts. The ride may not be first, or even second class but it could get you there. Although I am pulling strings now, surprisingly the military and the higher ups I’m in contact with seem more than happy to bend some rules. Hound Dog, I was told you could see electrical currents. Could you say see them in space?”

[color=fff200]“If I ain’t in at least Orbit then no. I have a range and no way am I getting smog in the noggin’ by going that far without a helmet. And It’s not a sight based power I can just amplify through a lens either.”[/color]

“Shame. Well getting you to Lost Haven is doable. You have four hours. Gather what you need and meet up at the tarmac, I’ll send Jordan all the required papers and documentation you’ll need to get in the air force base.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Woo, a flight!"[/color] Voyager shouted, poking up from beneath the desk where she was helping to pick up shells. [color=MediumOrchid]"Thank you Miss Patton! We’ll do our best to find that dumb satelite!"[/color]

“And I’ve just finished setting up the equipment you three will be needing,” Martel interjected as he finished his phone call. “SPARK will have everything you need that isn’t your carry-on.”


“Does this count as carry-on?” Jordan asked, cocking a shotgun dramaticly.

“I...Jordan don’t bring that on the flight. They have guns there,” Martel said admonishingly.

“Hey just making sure,” she said coolly. “Nothing wrong with a little self-defense in case they come by to grab me again. Not going to let them try without turning them into swiss cheese first.”

“Thank you Charlton Heston,” Martel sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand.

[color=fff200]“So Doc. Any gizmos behind that counter. I’m always lookin’ to expand on my insulated gear. And by insulated I mean what a guy can get at the local hardware store and tape it to his jacket. So anything would be an improvement. Ya dig?”[/color] Hound Dog said as he slips behind both Riley and Jordan and grabs the two from behind with a big hug. [color=fff200]“You have no idea how it feels to actually have the sense of touch. Ever since Osiris healed me, everything is almost a new sensation. It feels good to hug, the way leather feels on arms is just the bees knees.”[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"Wow, that’s really great Hound Dog,"[/color] Riley said sweetly.

“Yeah, really cool,” Jordan said awkwardly.

“Well if you’re looking for insulation from things other than hugs, I may have something for you,” Martel said with a slight grin. Escaping into his office, he returned with a handful of fabric and handed it to Hound Dog. “Here, what do you think of this?”

Taking the scraps in hand unsure of what it was, as it felt smooth and cool to the touch.

“It’s something we picked up a year ago, made by a technical genius with bad business sense. I could spend the next hour explaining the technicals behind it, but in essence think of this as an electricity sponge. It’s mean to absorb electrical currents and letting them dissipate harmlessly where they won’t cause damage. If you’re interested, I can break out the stockpile and integrate it into your ‘hero outfit’ before your flight.”

[color=fff200]“A sponge huh, you know with some work I can come up with a few tweaks myself. If it’s a sponge and can already absorb electricity then it shouldn’t be hard to have it hold a charge. I’m pretty tech savvy when it comes to electricity. But yeah let’s get this going, we can swap notes later.”[/color]

“Yes, I’d definitely enjoy hearing your insight,” Martel said inquisitively. “I’ll go pull the rest of this out of storage and get to work then. Make sure you three are ready to go when it’s time, alright?”

[color=fff200]“Right-O Doc.”[/color]

“In the meantime, Mrs Fletcher you and your team will be arriving at the base in Lost Haven, while Hound Dog and Voyager airdrop over Sherman Square. If we’re to get everyone in place then this will be the quickest route. If you need a parachute Hound Dog it’ll be provided.”

[color=fff200]“Not an issue Ma’am. I got a trick I’ve been saving for a safe landing. In the meantime, I got everything I need, what about you Riles? I can call you that right?”[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"I think I’m all set too! And yes Riles is fine, or Riley if you like,"[/color] Riley said with a grin.

[color=fff200]“If Mrs Fletcher is still busy and we got time to kill, I know a hip place to have bite. If we’re going in to battle better we leave on a full stomach. You in Riles?”[/color]

[color=MediumOrchid]"Ooh, what sort of bite do you have in mind?"[/color] 

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With their ride stopping just in front of a old fashioned burger joint the white tiles and red tables brought all who entered back in time to when things were groovy and hip.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Whoooah..."[/color] Voyager said, sounding awestruck.

[color=fff200]“Welcome to Pop’s Malt Shop. Ever had a burger? I recommend the shakes, I think Oreo would be a nice flavor for you, Hey! Pop. One Oreo Malt, and a Strawberry for me. And two Patty Melts. Oh and here’s a list of food to go. We gotta give the crew some food too.”[/color]

A large happy man stepped out from behind the counter, his gray whiskers on the tip of his chin were stroked by his fingers as he smiled and ushered them to a booth. 

[color=fff200]“Pop here took over after the old guy who owned the place retired. Worked his way from busboy to owner, ain’t his real name but Pop suits him. Got that wide friendly smile only a grandpa could give.”[/color]

“Well ain't you sweet, you both on your way to hero work?”

[color=fff200]“Yes sir, I’ll get the list to go. Sit down Riles, the booth is comfy.”[/color] Hound Dog said as it seemed that the owner hurried on over to the kitchen and began to get grub ready.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Ooh you’re right, the seats are comfy!"[/color] Riley said, bouncing in her seat slightly. [color=MediumOrchid]"I like this place already!"[/color]

After about fifteen minutes instead of the owner stepping out of the kitchen it was a young white man instead hair spiked upwards with slightly pointed ears and a smile. “Two patties, and malts careful now that cheese can get hot.” Setting the red trays carefully on the table he turned away and went back to the kitchen as Pop tore down another order card from the window, leaving Voyager to stare at the burger, ascertaining the best way to consume it.

[color=fff200]This your first time with a burger? Wrap your hands around it like so, careful not to touch the hot beef and eat. The Malts on the other hand are spoon only, they’re that thick.”[/color] Tipping the burger slightly Hound Dog began to eat into it. Following his lead, Riley picked up the burger, measuring it in her head before taking a measured bite.

[color=MediumOrchid]"Mmph...it’s not bad, I-"[/color] Riley began before she froze, her eyes widening in amazement. [color=MediumOrchid]”[i]Qu'vatlh Hu'tegh[/i]!!!"[/color] By the time Hound Dog looked up from his meal, the alien girl’s burger was annihalated, leaving a rather happily dazed Riley slouching in the plush seat.

Pointing to the fries to the side of the burger.[color=fff200]“Hey, don’t forget about those there, squirt a little ketchup and dip them. Pops has the crunchiest and freshest fries in town. And the Malt too. If you liked the burger then you’ll love the rest, to which I’m thinking you did dig the burger am I wrong?”[/color]

Riley simply nodded. [color=MediumOrchid]"That...was a [b][i]warrior’s[/i][/b] meal..."[/color]