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VeilsightFigures no one came looking for me.
Either Accelerate and Sentinel abandoned me or they were captured. I'm the one carrying a krypto-pistol for the ticking time bomb. Not many people are capable of apprehending the red haired powerhouse, but those that could are likely stationed out here in packs. As for the speedster, he probably would see him as a liability anyways.
Either way, I'm on my own. Not that it matters where we are. Should've figured I'd end up alone again.
Slumped against the back wall of a San Francisco coffee shop, Eric Abernathy held his breath. He'd reabsorbed his fur and other inhuman features to blend with the urban scenery. The only thing standing between himself and an indecent exposure charge was a wrinkly white T-shirt he kept in his backpack just in case he ever had to change away from his room. But indecent exposure would've been the least of all the charges he could've gotten.
Its the convenient part of being the team's resident Animorph. No one knows my face.
Giving up on the idea that anyone would be coming for him, he filed through his options before standing up and walking to the nearest street. Chopping the air roughly with an open hand he tried to wave down a ride. The handful of cars that did pass by were speeding ridiculously fast by him, understandably spooked by the recent carnage. So instead he took to a different possible solution.
Walking over to a long row of parking meters, he slid down the way until he found a motorcycle and took a seat on it. It was an incredible gem in Eric's sight because it was an abandoned motorcycle with parking tickets issued days ago. Reasoning that the owner was either gone or very likely entirely dead with no chance of ever needing it again, Eric fired it up and shot down the lanes of traffic, intending to bike to Star City.
As he rode down the streets of San Fransisco, the lead case in his backpack began to weigh heavy on his heart. Maybe I should.. lend it to Pistolera for safe keeping..
"What in THE HELL am I thinking?!?"
I probably just need some sleep.
Despite being capable of making a migration from San Fran to Star, the journey would've had more in common with a migration than a practical means of fast travel in a long-term sense. Plus, it felt kinda good to be something else. Human, he felt human with the ground so close to him. With no one around to need something more, he felt something else again. Content.
Either Accelerate and Sentinel abandoned me or they were captured. I'm the one carrying a krypto-pistol for the ticking time bomb. Not many people are capable of apprehending the red haired powerhouse, but those that could are likely stationed out here in packs. As for the speedster, he probably would see him as a liability anyways.
Either way, I'm on my own. Not that it matters where we are. Should've figured I'd end up alone again.
Slumped against the back wall of a San Francisco coffee shop, Eric Abernathy held his breath. He'd reabsorbed his fur and other inhuman features to blend with the urban scenery. The only thing standing between himself and an indecent exposure charge was a wrinkly white T-shirt he kept in his backpack just in case he ever had to change away from his room. But indecent exposure would've been the least of all the charges he could've gotten.
Its the convenient part of being the team's resident Animorph. No one knows my face.
Giving up on the idea that anyone would be coming for him, he filed through his options before standing up and walking to the nearest street. Chopping the air roughly with an open hand he tried to wave down a ride. The handful of cars that did pass by were speeding ridiculously fast by him, understandably spooked by the recent carnage. So instead he took to a different possible solution.
Walking over to a long row of parking meters, he slid down the way until he found a motorcycle and took a seat on it. It was an incredible gem in Eric's sight because it was an abandoned motorcycle with parking tickets issued days ago. Reasoning that the owner was either gone or very likely entirely dead with no chance of ever needing it again, Eric fired it up and shot down the lanes of traffic, intending to bike to Star City.
As he rode down the streets of San Fransisco, the lead case in his backpack began to weigh heavy on his heart. Maybe I should.. lend it to Pistolera for safe keeping..
"What in THE HELL am I thinking?!?"
I probably just need some sleep.
Despite being capable of making a migration from San Fran to Star, the journey would've had more in common with a migration than a practical means of fast travel in a long-term sense. Plus, it felt kinda good to be something else. Human, he felt human with the ground so close to him. With no one around to need something more, he felt something else again. Content.