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[b][u]January 2, 12:05 PM
North-East of Atlanta, Georgia - Near US Highway 85[/u][/b]

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To say Duncan was a bit surprised about Verra's guarded reaction would be a bit of a lie; their last meeting hadn't exactly been... a [i]fun[/i] occasion, and he'd had the distinct feeling that this whole thing wasn't going to go down with a chorus of sunshine, rainbows and happy funtime music. Still, it [i]did[/i] make the man's shoulder's slump a little, as his own somewhat [i]less[/i] finessed grasp of speeds approaching ludicrous allowed him the rare privilege of watching the woman plop her little sister's ass down onto the bench seat of a picnic table.   

It [i]did[/i] bite him a little that the woman's first instinct was that he was jumping her, truth be told. 

In retrospect, he probably should've caught Lexi before she had launched herself at the famed Skirted Speedster. That would've been the smart thing to do, and that one was on him. But despite having not seen her in years, Duncan's gut told him she'd never actually [i]hurt[/i] the poor girl and the thought that she could have just as easily put the small cyborg [i]through[/i] the bench as on it only really occurred to him after the fact.

...And then the young'n in question began to tear up. Quite understandably so.

A little sigh escaped the man as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

This was turning into a very long day.

[color=steelblue][i]"That,[/i] Vee, is your [i][b]sister."[/b][/i][/color] He finally said, looking the speedster dead in the eye. [color=steelblue]"She arrived at the crossing at Land's End this morning leading a group of refugees. And the only thing she wanted was to see you again, so I brought her to you."[/color] 

His arms crossed. A very distinctly Duncan brow was raised.

[color=steelblue]"Seriously, when have I [i]ever[/i] tried to pull a fast one on you?"[/color]      

Whatever else the Champion could've said to his former teammate died in his throat as Nano abruptly stood up, electricity arcing through her body and asking for help... moments before launching herself at several times the speed of sound into the brick wall of the rest stop. For the briefest of seconds, Duncan just stood there. Almost dumbfounded. Eyes flickering red and homing in on the impact site of the teenager-turned-battering-ram to make sure she was alright. 

[color=steelblue][b]"...Oh, [i]fuck my mouth."[/i][/b][/color] 

And in a heartbeat, the only trace the man had ever even been standing there was the divot his foot left in the ground as he all seemingly popped into existence crouching over the unconscious girl with a single step, gently lifting her up slightly to rest against what was left of the wall instead of laying face down in a pile of rubble and brushing some of the dust off with just a hint of a worried expression.

[color=steelblue]"I swear to God, Kid, you are just one heart-attack after another, aren't ya?"[/color]