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Scott got to his feet and prepared for the large man’s attack. When the mountain of a man known to only a few as Richter threw a wild punch that would have caved in an ordinary man’s skull, Scott sidestepped the blow, landing a hard right hand that knocked the monstrous man back several steps. The big man quickly recovered, and hit Scott with a hard punch of his own. From there, the two stood before the dented vehicle trading blows with one another, neither seeming to gain an advantage.

The woman and the her other companion stood by watching as Scott and their compatriot slugged it out in the middle of the sidewalk. The man standing with the woman began to grow visibly impatient, then suddenly started toward the two combatants. 

“No, let me handle this.” The woman said as she grabbed the man’s shoulder.

“But Haze-“ He began to protest before being cut off.

“This the way this is supposed to go.” She said before he was able to finish his thought. “Stand down, Riot.”

“But-“ He said, his protest cut short.

“Stand down.” He ordered. 

Reluctantly, the man known as Riot did as he was ordered and stepped away from the confrontation. 

The woman called Haze stepped toward Scott and Richter, knowing better than to get between the two powerhouses, she stopped mere feet from where they continued exchanging punches. 

“That’s enough Richter, back off.” She demanded, the larger man ignoring her. “I said, stop!” She ordered.

After a moment, the two combatants stopped throwing punches at one another. As Scott and Richter stopped fighting, Haze stepped between them. She looked to Scott, and then to Richter.

“This is not what we’re here for.” Haze said with a mix of authority and regret. 

Scott simply looked at her, unsure what to make of the young woman.

“Then what is it that you want?” Scott asked after several beats.

“We want to give you answers.” She said with a pause. “We want to bring you home.” She finished.

“You have answers about where I come from?” He asked. From the moment that his abilities began to manifest, Scott had wanted nothing more than to know where he came from. It was true, that at times he was not entirely sure he wanted to know the truth, because he was afraid that he wouldn’t like the answers that he got. However, eventually, he knew that he needed to know the truth, no matter what that truth might be. He wondered if it was possible that this young woman was telling the truth, if she actually had the truth of his origins.

“Not exactly, but I can bring you to the people who do.” She confessed. “But you might want to put on your ‘work clothes’ first.” She said with a smile.