[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Interaction/Mentions:[/b]  [@c3p-0h][@webboysurf][@Damo021][@ViolentViolet]  |  [b]Location:[/b][/color] Avalon
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	[color=#8A2BE2]“Do me a solid and don’t touch anything. Don’t want to crash before we get to Una, eh?”[/color]  Drake looked to the woman with a raised eyebrow.  He witnessed her summon forth a vehicle by pure will.  Obviously she was a card carrying member of the mutant squad.  What's more, she wanted to help.  In the predicament they were in, any help was appreciated.  As the doors flung open, seemingly by themselves, Drake carefully sat Aya into the front passenger's seat, his friend still unconscious due to her brave actions from before.  He buckled her safety belt with the delicacy one employ in trying not to crack the shell of an egg.  Satisfied, he looked at his newfound ally whose name he still didn't know.

	"[color=f7976a]This is precious cargo.  Get her there safely or we're going to have problems,[/color]" Drake said.  It wasn't issued as a threat, more as a matter of fact.  He then shut the from passenger door and turned to his classmates.  "[color=f7976a]If you're going, get in now,[/color]" he announced, his tone authoritative and stern.  He wanted to waste as little time as possible.  "[color=f7976a]Especially you, Nik,[/color]" he added, looking his roommate in the eyes.  "[color=f7976a]My bike's up front.  I'll follow you all there, but just make sure Aya safe during the ride.[/color]"  Nik was a good man.  He knew there would be no argument from him.  With that, Drake took off in a full sprint toward Veronica, his mechanical steed.  As he leapt on her, he engaged the ignition and revved her up.

	His skin was still hot.  He wasn't on fire, but it took everything in him to keep that in check.  His fatigue was going in and out.  One moment, he was focused, the next he felt almost light headed.  At this, the eleventh hour, he had no choice but to maintain.  He had a destination, a goal.  Now it was time to make it happen.