[center] [h3] Homecoming cont.[/h3]
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Goodnight was likely in his early 60s, close to retirement from leading the department, he would likely not run for re-electio,n but no one could ever tell. A man doing a 30+ year career was uncommon nowadays, especially in Arcadia County. His uniform was pressed, the man was fit for being an old timer - his hands reached out to take her license and any other documents offered to the legendary lawman.

"There's still work to be done Ms. Warden." He says before keying up his radio, looking to check for any warrants for Warden before returning the license to her. 

Public Safety never rests; Cass should know that. Though as the towering law enforcement officer looked down on her, he parted a few words before letting her go.

"Most people that knew Mr. Witten stayed in Elysian, the vultures that wanted to make a buck off him already came and 'gon. Whatever you're looking for, coming back to Elysian after so long - I hope you find it ma'am, now go to his funeral and when it's done, don't overstay your welcome. We've had enough tourists this year - you're free to go." 

With that he tipped his big ol' Sheriff campaign hat and returned to his cruiser, off to find the next speeder or next call.

Out of all the people she could of ran into she came face to face with the human lie detector, not one to accuse her but also not one to welcome her in like she was still a local. While Cass's bitter hatred to Austin wasn't the talk of the town, her rep as a jerk or bully was not easily forgotten.

For the Sheriff who had seen all types of people fall in for the parade and condolences to Austin, Cass did not move him as sincerely as genuine.

Actions speak louder than words, Austin knew that firsthand. It would be up to Cass to prove Goodnight and other naysayers wrong, or remain the person people still thought she was - a petty girl.

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For Summer, the prospect of power-based discrimination always happened to her, especially out of Elysian - once you showed your hand (literally - or powers), people's opinions on you could sour, change just like that. While Jaxon owned the mechanic shop, not everyone was powered like him. It was a bit ironic but when Summer pushed for an appointment, Fate folded and the Mini Cooper found its place amongst other cars on Jaxon's powered lift.

There weren't any other shops in town that would take her on short notice, so in a way maybe it was fate she ran into Jaxon? 

Jaxon remained professional, having the tire changed over in about twenty minutes, though it felt a lot longer. It wasn't embarrassing to run into Summer just - unexpected, a jolt back into the past. Her being here just reinforced the obvious: Austin wasn't coming back. A reminder that the funeral was just that much closer, reality check right?

While his mechanics and staff continued to work on other cars, a moment opened up a lull in action between the two as she was set to head off.

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