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Wolf lay in a cot along with some of the less injured participants. People who'd overdone it but hadn't exactly had their limbs bent backwards or been lit on fire. He really didn't want to be there. Even Nas who'd been chewed on by imps wasn't stuck in there with him. He'd still been able to walk once he'd been patched up.

Michael was, but he'd been taken somewhere else. He had been bent and lit on fire...

"Well, well. They actually made you work for that one, eh?" A familiar voice spoke.

"Dad? How did you-?" Wolf looked up to see his father walk over and take a seat by his cot.

"Oh please, I pretty much have a free pass in most places. No one's stopping me from visiting my child," he said. "So... Meredith sure gave you a challenge there..." He could see the man's concern.

"Yeah... She's... Different... For some reason."

"A bit of her other side poking through, no doubt," Guntram said. "Be careful, Wolf, everyone has a true nature hiddy deep down inside them. Something more pure that can be impossible to erase. But, well, if it's you I'm sure it will work out."

"I... Yeah..." Wolf wasn't sure. His father hadn't been face to face with her. It had been startling.

"By the way, I didn't see Vera when I got here. I was a bit late, you see. We did have seats next to each other, but she wasn't there when I arrived. Seemed to miss your whole match."

Wolf's face fell. He'd won, hadn't he? Wasn't that enough? Why would Vera skip out on his match? Had she even watched [i]any[/i] of them?

"Go back to your seat, dad." Wolf sat up. "My phone is in my locker, I'll go call her."

"Should you be moving?" The man asked.

"I'm fine. Just tired," Wolf insisted and wobbled his way out of the medical area. He made his way to the Vigilante locker area and retrieved his phone before sitting down on a bench with an achey sigh.

He saw one notification waiting for him, a text. Opening it, he saw it was from Vera. 

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Below it was some sort of link and a number. With hands shaking he tapped it. It took him to an app store of all places. A... Tracking app? He was starting to catch on even as his panic grew. He could hear some sort of commotion outside now, but ignored it. He installed it and then keyed in the number from the text. A short time later he was looking at a dot on a map. It told him the phone that he'd been tracking was offline and that this was its last know location. He didn't know the place. It made no sense yet somehow he knew what had happened...

With a sudden tunnel vision he stood, legs no longer shaking, and marched out of the locker room like a man possessed.