The Last Daughter of Krypton - IC

[camerindrake]

Damian

People can no longer cover their eyes
If this disturbs you then walk away
You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of
Ten thousand fists in the air

Damian while in air spread eagled his arms and closed his legs using them to get more time in the air he grabbed for his other bola lucky for him her right hand had grabbed his left and he is naturally right handed.

We are the ones that will open your mind
Leave the weak and the haunted behind

He then launches the tip of his bola letting it fly right by Ceri's head blowing her hair back and wrapping itself around a tree.

We are the ones that will open your mind
Leave the weak and the haunted behind

He then pressed the withdraw button and it yanks his body weight forward.

We are the ones that will open your mind
Leave the weak and the haunted behind

He feels his shoulder almost dislocate with the amount of force the bola uses to retract but he pulls his body forward setting up to impact Ceri's face with his knee.


We are the ones that will open your mind
Leave the weak and the haunted behind

(battle music 10,000 fists by Disturbed)

 

[Lunaramblings]

Merick smiled at Chloe's praise. It was the bright spot.

Merick extracted a small notepad from his pocket and a pen. He began doodling.

"I didn't have much choice but to practice. Anyone hungry? I could seriously go for a taco. Merick continued doodling.


Marcy only nodded as Ceri left. She was tired and confused. Her sons, and husband were all radically different then she could believe. But then again, was anything what it seemed in the Tennylson family? Marcy reached absently for the purse she didn't have. Her head was murder.

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Dale meanwhile was blasting down the highway, driving much too fast. He needed to get where he was going. He needed to get there fast.

Dale was exhausted. He had made concessions of himself he hated. He saw no way around it however. Dale flipped open his phone and started dialing. Two rings later he got his best friend, Gar's machine.

"Dammit Gar! I'm worried as Hell. Call me."

Dale ended the call and stepped on the gas harder. The speedometer on his car now topping out, the engine whining and shaking through the floorboards. Dale was doing 110 MPH.

Dale dialed another number. His Father.

Hello Dad. Listen, I am in a bind. I don't have time to get to Granville. I need you to have three of the best laptops, and a lab kit dropped at the house. I need it yesterday if you want my help."

"Tell me boy, why is it that all of a sudden the lost sheep wanders back to the flock?"

"Things change. So do people. I need the money. Something came up. Also, I can let bad things happen to my old Pa can I? Just get the stuff their. Marcy and Merick are out of town tonight. Your guys can set up in the cellar. The door is open. Leave the laptops on the table. I am on my way home from Metropolis. Vetrinary Medicine Convention." Dale was glad for this bit of synchronicity. There was indeed a convention in Metropolis. He had meant to go.

"Alright. It's done. It will be flown in via Heli. Two hours tops. I will see you tomorrow." Edmund Tennylson was not a fool. He knew when he was being lied to. Especially when he had an idea of the truth. Edmund ended the call without waiting for a response from Dale. Edmund turned off the cell. He pressed a button on the top of his desk. W, I need a full lab set up and three laptops set up with all of our test data sent to my son. I want it there now. Also, we are going to Smallville. I wish to see my progeny."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Ceri

In Chess, the Queen is widely considered to be the most powerful piece.

But only a King can force a stalemate.

'People can no longer cover their eyes
If this disturbs you then walk away'

Ceri's stolen bola captured aught but empty air, and she chucked it before it could recoil, dropping to both knees rather than one knee with the force of her toss.

The "Black Sheep" fired his own spare and it flashed by her ear, right by her ear, so fast that the wind kicked up by its passing puffed her hair into her face.

For an instant, she was blinded.

Only for an instant.

And when her hair fell away and again she could see, all that filled her field of vision was the man's knee as he rocketed towards her.

'You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of
Ten Thousand fists in the air'

Less than a second to react.

If he hit her, that hard that quick, he'd crush her teeth and fracture her skull.

Then again, he may just knock me teeth straight, and then James won't be able t' make fun of the gap in me smile ever again...

But for God's sake, Ceri, when have you ever received that manner of luck?

Her nervous system seemed as slow as molasses, so much slower than she used to be. She'd kept in shape, that was for sure, gotten up early before Rose had woken, but she hadn't fought anyone on The Black Sheep's level since...

Not since Nanda Parbat. Crazy old man needed an exorcism.

That had been sixteen years ago.

With a cry of exertion-- "Hrrraah!" --she threw herself backwards, arching her back and tilting her face and, like with the bola he'd fired past her head, she felt the wind of his knee's passing, felt it practically scrape against her cheek.

Practically, but not actually. Just missed her. Just missed her.

For a moment, she lay there, knees and shoulders simultaneously pressed against the dirt, chest jutted skyward, contorted like some crazed Tibetan circus act.

And then she stood and whirled, her hair casting about her head like a fluid patch of night.

She exhaled hard through her nostrils, flaring them.

'Ten Thousand fists in the air.'

The boy's a good shot. A very good shot. He could have throttled me with that bola just as easily as he fired it 'round that tree trunk, could have fired it 'round me neck.

Could have killed me.

Could just be toying with me.

I'll give him one more chance t' kill me arse.

If he doesn't...

Well. Maybe, just maybe, he's on the level.

She cracked her neck just as The Black Sheep had done.

And then she flew at him, muay thai to the last, firing kick after kick after kick after kick, onetwothreefour--

Right kick!

"What."

Left kick!

"Is."

Right kick!

"Your."

Left kick!

"GAME?"

...and as she spoke this last word, this snarl, this inquisition, she appeared to lash out with another right leg kick, a fifth kick, but instead the kick snapped back and her upper body tilted forward and her right fist powered towards his head in a cross whose force had only been increased by that leg snapping back...

Kra-dod Chok: "Cobra punch."

'Ten Thousand fists in the air.'

 

[AmenRa]

The fire that burned so bright
The fire that burned through the night
The fire that made the Red Sand red
The fire burned them all
They never bled
By no light of black moons
And Sun who didn't care
A world given up
Wasteland
Desert
Home


The Martian Manhunter looked at Rose, nodding his head to the side to indicate the inquisitive mood, and spoke to her in a whisper.

"You knew the Kryptonian Var-Sen did you not?"

J'onn's intuition was powerfully strong, and he had sensed a linkage between the young human girl and the Kryptonian scientist that had been more of just a passing acquaintance.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Rose

"I only knew him briefly," she shook her head. "I didn't even get to hear his History lecture when he guested at the school. But he did tell me a little Kryptonian history, once, high up in the sky."

Her blue blue gaze lifted to Jones' face, J'onzz' human guise, and she smiled faintly, sadly.

"It only takes a moment, really," she murmured, "don't you think, to form a bond? Not quite love at first sight, y'know, but friendship at First Contact? The trouble comes..."

She laughed faintly, ever-so-faintly, ever-so-dejectedly, keeping her voice quiet as The Martian had.

"...the trouble comes when you get to know them better," she declared with quiet chagrin. "That's when you find out if your friendship can last past those first stages."

Rose flickered her gaze down to The Crystal where it rested in all ten of her fingers.

"I would have liked to have known Var-Sen a little longer," she whispered, "before The Universe took him away. I would liked to have known Kara a little bit longer, before I had to test our friendship by telling her of her Fate."

She held up The Crystal, and her eyes flickered for a moment, not with Fire but with Ice, shimmering blue-white lightning around the edges of her eyes, and The Crystal caught that light and gently refracted it.

The result was like the pale white light of twin moons, like the light of Phobos and Deimos as they shone down upon Mars.

"'You Can't Always Get What You Want,'" she pointed out, in the words of Mick Jagger, and her voice was wistful, and her voice was sad.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Pete

"Tacos, huh?" Pete mused, scratching his chin. "You goin' for a Fourthmeal run? Because I could seriously comer a chalupa right now."

He patted down his pockets, even those of his new, logo-emblazoned leather jacket.

He frowned, panicked for a moment.

"Might have to spot me, tho'," he winced. "Unless that's a problem."

 

[AmenRa]

J'onn J'onzz gave a short puff of super-condensed air that he had summoned from his mighty lungs. Once this air touched with the with the relatively cool air in the barn loft, and the water in it froze, forming tiny ice crystals that hung suspended, then drifted over to the light Rose had refracted through The Crystal.

The blue-white icescape of Krypton was alive in the barn for just a moment.

"But," the Martian whispered, picking up where she had left, "if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Rose

"Even," she whispered, releasing The Crystal with one hand and trailing her fingers through the simulated Krypton sky, her heart somewhere in the vicinity of her throat, "'2000 Light Years From Home.'"

 

[camerindrake]

Damain

Black hood raised his hands up to his head after he landed and retracted his bola. He let her kicks land deep into his under arms as the Thai boxers do. He starts to feel armer start to soften, to give. He hears her question with each pounding of his armor. As she throws the punch he catches it and gives her arm a hard twist.

Black hoods eyes narrow and he says, "My game? Simple to protect the innocent." He then thrusts with two fingers to her chest the Oemori touch. The he remembers a promise he made on his fathers grave. One he keeps breaking, to never kill. Here he had the chance to not take a life and he he was about to blow it again. He then changes his motion to an open palm stirike and slams her in the chest. Throwing her into the air with the built up chi rather than stabbing her in the heart with it.

TEN THOUSAND FISTS IN...THE... AIR.

Black Hood then simply stands there and looks down at her.

 

[Lunaramblings]

Merick grinned. "De Nada. Be right back." There was a Swoosh, and he was gone again. In a snap he was standing in front of a small wagon, in front of a very large processing plant. Merick walked up to the window, ordered 3 of everything. He paid and walked around the corner, right into the Kitchen of Wayne Manor. In all he was gone less then ten minutes.

"Ta Da!" Merick set the bag on the table and started munching on a churro. "Authentic Mexican cuisine. Dig in."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Ceri and Gabe

The punch flew straight, the punch flew true.

His hand came up and he caught it effortlessly, snagged it out of the air like it was a slow tennis lob, and he twisted with sadistic precision...

She could feel bone grating against bone, shoulder elbow wrist, and she found herself down on one knee but she did not cry out. She did not give him the satisfaction of expressing her pain.

"My game? Simple to protect the innocent."

Ceri grimaced at him, and did not look away as his outstretched Oemori Touch raced towards her chest.

She stilled her mind, and envisioned a song lyric as if it were a prayer: 'Sleep my child and peace attend thee, all through the night.'

'Ar Hyd y Nos.'

...but then he hesitated.

Throughout all of this he had been surgical in movement, utterly certain, cold-blooded and unyielding.

...but then he hesitated.

And instead his attack was a simple palm strike, more like Lerdrit than muay thai, and while it hit like a runaway truck it was not a killing blow.

She hurtled a good long way and landed in a heap.

Ceri laughed faintly as she struggled to her feet, wheezing, the air driven from her lungs.

She struggled to breathe, and when she found air, she released it as a laugh.

"Not bad, luvvie," she acknowledged, ruefully. "Not bad moves, and not a bad answer. Could've killed me dead, there, had me t' rights. One good Iron Palm, or a Leopard Blow, or that Oemori... you'd've sent me on to me next stop on th' wheel."

She tucked a forelock of raven-dark hair back behind her ear as she spat into the dirt, bent over with her palms on her knees.

"What d'yeh say," she murmured. "D'yeh think yeh've earned a pass for now?"

Gabe staggered out into the open, carrying the mask and the bag, and looking very much a mixture of awestruck, frightened, and furious.

"Are you two done trying to murder each other?" he demanded. "Can we get on with this?"

 

[ChasNicollette]

Pete and Jamie

Pete blinked, and realised, gazing at the spread before him, that he hadn't eaten lunch today, that he'd dropped it on McNally Farms as "Rosy Mac" had flown his screaming chicken-ass to The Kawatche Cave.

And he sure as Hell hadn't eaten since.

He damn near grabbed two of everything, but contented himself with just that chalupa he'd mentioned, snagging it and praying to the spirits of Anthony Bourdain and Andrew Zimmern that he wouldn't die of e. coli from eating thusly.

Jamie paused on the keyboard and had a sniff at a gordita, arching his eyebrows.

"Erm," he murmured to Merick, "no offence meant, Chuck Taylor, but spicy food's never exactly been me domain. You'd think, growing up in England, there's an Indian takeaway place on every blessed corner? Never had a dollop of curry in me life. Ever since, spicy food's just scorched me. Mild Buffalo wings make me eyes water."

He half-shrugged, popped a plain tortilla chip into his mouth and munched it as he went back to the keyboard.

"Cheers, though," he nodded, not ungratefully, "all the same."

"Here's what I don't get," Pete mused in between mouthfuls. "Chloe said you can only teleport places you've been, places you've seen. When were you in Mexico?"

 

[Lunaramblings]

Merick grinned. "El Paso Texas. My grandfather lives there. He took me there once. We at lunch at this stand nearly every day. It is right outside one of his testing facilities. His butler, W. used to say it was an abomination. Anyway, this is the only mexican food I ever liked. It beats the Hell out of Taco Bell." Merick chowed down on his empanada, "Watch out for the Tomatillo Sauce, gave me the runs something wicked." Merick grinned deeply. In truth he never had the Tomatillo sauce.

 

[camerindrake]

Damian

Black Hood simply looked to her and then begins to walk towards her. Once beside Ceri he stopped and looked at her again. He says nothing but put his hand on her shoulder and nodded. Black Hood then walks over and grabs his coat, puts one of his bolas into its proper pocket in the coat and then puts it on. He removes his bracers so he could role up the sleeves again putting the strap in place pressing the snaps together.

Black Hood then looks at Gabe and says, "Put the other cowl back in the bag for now and bring it to me. But yes we are done trying to kill each other in mortal combat. Go to the lavatories if you must. Just bring me the bag and I will take it in with me."

Black Hood then stands to his full height and puts the bracers back on over the gloves he is wearing. He then looks to Ceri. He then asks what he knows Gabe wanted to know as well, "Is Miss Sulivan here? Also, Is she well?" though intended as a question his voice often sounds as a demand for information. Balance Black Hoods life lacked that. To many years behind the cowl. And none that could have even resembled a normal child hood.

Black Hood as soon as he was old enough to crawl let alone walk he was trained. The League of Assassins under the hand of Talia Al Ghul made sure he was trained in the most deadly forms of combat. And Black Hood learned well. as soon as he could talk and learned to read Talia made sure he learned the ways of the deduction. More for the reason of deducing what ones victims patterns were but Black Hood found other uses. Black Hood was meant to be the perfect body guard and then perfect heir if Ra's were to finally decide that he wanted to leave this world.

Then Talia had other plans. She wanted a family and only one man could give it to her in her mind. Black Hoods father. But His father had already started a family of his own. He had adopted a teen after his father was killed in what became known as the Crisis. This teen had become known as the third Robin. Leader of what was the current members of the Titan initiative. A program overseen by Oliver Stone, Cyborg. When Black Hood came into his fathers life at 7 years old. He found himself Jealous of the teen wonder. He tried to kill him by knocking him off the top of a robotic dinosaur. He was chastised.

And Black Hood began his second set of lessons. How to live outside the League and become the son that his father could be proud of.

 

[Lunaramblings]

The Truth About Edmund Tennylson.

El Paso, Texas 1 hour before the Smallville Meteor Shower

Edmund Tennylson sat at his computer. He was not happy. He had made promises. Promises to people that you did not want to anger. Several years ago his friend had made a certain scientific advance. One that had altered the lives of Edmund Tennylson and those around him. He had provided key support in the project. And when he asked for a cut, he was laughed at. If one thing was certain, it was that no one laughed at Edmund Tennylson.

Edmund had right then and there killed his friend. Snapped his neck. Edmund returned to El Paso. Taking his friends research notes. For several years Edmund built Tennylson Farms into TennTech. To the public he was a hard working everyman, that had made the best of a tough life. A war hero come home to glory. To the public TennTech worked to end world hunger through the genetic manipulation and augmentation of crops and livestock. Privately, Edmund and his cohorts worked on clandestine projects for even more clandestine organizations.

Edmund was sure the project he had spent nearly thirty five years on had started to come to fruition. Then there was this set back. The formula seemed perfect. Everything should have been in order. But the test subjects kept having unforseen mutations. Several died. Edmund was in a state he rarely entered. He was worried.

"Sir. We have a situation you might wish to be privy to." The voice came from a man dressed in a black suit standing just inside the door way.

"This bett'r be worth it Mr. Ruiz. I don't much care to have my time wasted on a fool's lark." Edmund rose from his desk. Older now than in his glory days, but still more than a formidable presence.

"We seem to have had an intruder sir. Not more than a short time ago. I was reviewing footage from this afternoon. And there, out of nowhere, appeared a man. He was back to the camera, but he was just outside this door. Then, as you approached it he was gone again. A second sooner and you would have walked right into him when you left to go to the range sir. Strangest thing I have ever seen. I have a team searching the grounds.

"Mr. Ruiz. Do you recall the day I dragged your sorry rat's ass out of that Mexican prison? I recall warning you that if your services were not up to my expectations, than you would be very sorry? What do you have to say for your self? Edmund reached a hand into his pocket. He gave a look that was a dark and as forboding as any any one had given since the dawn of time. A look that many a great man had folded under.

"Sir... I..."

Edmund's hand flashed out like lightning. A swift arc. Ramiro Ruiz was dead before he saw the blade come out. He didn't even feel the tearing of his flesh or the warm gush of blood down his chest. The blade was back in Edmunds pocket before Ruiz hit the floor.

"I don't tolerate failure you stupid bastard. Edmund walked back to his desk and accessed the security feeds. He watched the last clip Ruiz had pulled. In a matter of seconds he knew who had been there. He just didn't know how. "W? I need a clean up in my office. Also, have my car ready. I need to get to the facility. Immediately."

 

[AmenRa]

The Martian Manhunter thought for a second, his eyes clouding over with an idea. He then gave a smile to Rose.

He could give her something, share with her a gift of memory if she so chose. Sometimes he was able to give back to the race of Humans that had allowed their world to shelter him for so long.

The link between Human and Martian.......

"Rose," J'onn J'onzz spoke, adjusting the brim of his hat, "would you like to see the world where Var-Sen lived? Would you like to see Krypton?"

 

[ChasNicollette]

Pete and Jamie

Pete hesitated.

Held up his chalupa and stared hard at it.

"Dude," he muttered, "cut the shit. What's a tomatillo?"

"A tomatillo," Jamie murmured, "is the parsnip of the tomato kingdom."

Pete blinked at Doctor Hamilton. "That makes absolutely no sense."

"Probably true," Jamie nodded, never once taking his eyes from the screen.

Shaking his head, Pete returned his attention to Merick. "And here you said these were authentic Mexican victuals. These here are Texican at best. (If that's even a word.)"

He took another wary bite.

"Ain't bad, though," he admitted. "Provided you dodge the tomatillos."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Ceri and Gabe

Ceri took another moment to get her breath back, contemplating the weight of his hand as it had rested on her shoulder, and then went and fetched Damian's other bola, kicking it up into her hand and then tossing it to him.

As she picked up her own jacket, though, she replied quietly, wondering why the dark-haired man in the shirt and tie was staring at her so desperately.

"Yeah," she murmured. "The Sullivan Girl's here. And she seems fine, if a little ragged 'round the edges. Could use a clean change of clothes, but she doesn't seem bothered; eager to get down to the work."

At this, Gabe breathed a massive sigh of relief, shoved the cowl into the bag, chucked it in Damian's direction, and made a beeline for the house.

He whirled, and jogged backwards for a second.

"Actually, um," he wondered, "bathroom?"

"Saw a loo just before the kitchen," Ceri nodded, "left side of the hall, most of the way back. Not my house, but I'm sure the lad who runs the place won't begrudge you the use of it."

"God bless you," Gabe replied, meaningfully, and turned and hurried off, vanishing into the house.

"Poor lad's in an awful rush," Ceri noted, dusting off her jacket as she watched him go.

But then she paused, and for the first time noticed the Saab that sat near Damian's Charger in Bruce's driveway.

"What on Earth?" she blinked. "How in clever blue blazes did my car get here?"

 

[camerindrake]

Damian

Black Hood catches the bola and places it in its place into his coat. He then catches the bag and places it on his shoulder. He then watches Ceri pick up her coat waiting for her. He notices her expression as she yells the exasperated question about her car. He followes her eyes to see which one it is.

"Where did you last leave it. Considering your questioning its presence I am guessing you did not drive it hear." Black Hood asks as he looks at the SAAB.

Black Hood then shifts the weight of the bag. The cowl and extra suit of armor making the bag a bit bulky. Though the armor weighs very little considering the amount of concussive blast it can handle. Black Hood had tested the limits in the past. His use of explosives quite legendary in the parallel universe he is from. He always knew he would never be as good as his father or Grayson, so he rigged every building in Gotham with explosives. His expertese, cheating.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Rose

Rose could scarcely believe her ears as she turned and fixed him with a look.

Not just a light-show, not just a simulation, but a glimpse of the thing itself?

Like peering back in time. Like Letters From Atlantis.

"I don't agree with Faustian bargains, sir," she murmured softly, trying not to tremble overmuch, "so I can't sell you my soul. But I would do just about anything else, anything at all, to lay eyes on another inhabited world. You might say it's a childhood dream of mine."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Ceri

Ceri shook her head, more than a little dumbfounded, and shoved her aching hands into the pockets of her jacket.

"Left it at the feed store," she muttered. "Middle of the shower. I imagine someone else drove it here, but since most of us were teleported..."

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Wraith

I stepped out of the shadows and back into the devastated throne room. Something was still drawing me here. No time to dewll on it though. We needed some real-time information, and satellite images would not give me that.

Need. That was the key for a blind port. The first time I teleported I had needed a safe place to hide and to get Bekka healed. Earlier I was worried about Rose, and needed to be close to her.

This time I needed to find out what was out there.


Shadows swirled around me, and I emerged about thirty feet in the air, in the canopy of a tree. Admist the cries of birds and monkeys, I could hear the roar of a waterfall. To my vision, night was day, so I saw the village surrounding the waterfall. Picking a closer tree, I shadowstepped from tree to tree, until I was at the edge of the village.

Time to see what was going on.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Honduras- What The Wraith Saw

The mountain was high, craggy grey stone, and it towered up into the night as it had for age upon age.

The moon shone down, full and pale, and its light touched many things but left many other things in shadow.

The water poured down the side of the crag, rushing and hissing and flourishing.

The lake at the base of the mountain was neat and round, its contents ever churning.

Around this lake were huts, some larger than others, made for the most part out of prefabricated kits or out of mud brick from the shores of the lake.

Considering how late it was at night, the village practically frothed with activity. Many vehicles were driving about, many people were shouting and yelling in an astonishing variety of languages. Most of the vehicles were Jeeps or Range Rovers, though occasionally something sleeker would appear in the flash of the more rugged cars' headlights.

A lot of the people had guns, and wore military-esque fatigues.

In particular, a hulking fellow Mongolian in appearance, who held at gunpoint a sniveling, tearful, stammering skinny bespectacled white fellow.

"This village," the big man growled, thumbing back the hammer on a Beretta 9mm that he had aimed at the pale man's forehead, that selfsame thumb gleaming with a gold, thick ring, "has no room for anything that is without use. Tell me what your usefulness is, and perhaps I will not bury you as I have buried your fellow travelers."

The pale man sank to his knees, gibbering and whimpering, and struggled to straighten his glasses as sweat dripped down.

"M-my name is Edgar Cole," he managed to eke out between tremblings. "I'm a scientist, an archaeologist and mathematician. I have... I have reason to believe this place is... is the resting place for one of the legendary Crystals of Power. (Please don't kill me. Please. I'm just. I'm just an mathematician.)"

The hulking Mongolian man lowered his gun, and arched an eyebrow.

He grabbed Edgar Cole by the collar and dragged him towards the blinding-bright chemical lights of one of the village's largest buildings.

"You will tell me more of this," he boomed, "Mister Cole."

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Wraith

Crap Crap Crap!!

All I wanted to do was get a rough head count & estimate on what was out here. Now it looks like I'm gonna have to do a rescue mission.

Crap!

This guy has information on the same crystal we were looking for. no telling who he was working for, but if he got into that brightly lit building I was screwed!

I shadowstepped into a tree just ahead of the big guy and the archaeologist.

"Have to time this just right."

When they passed under the tree I dropped my Darkness field down below me. Cries of shock and surprise erupted across the camp, and random gunfire started going off. I dropped down in front of the big guy, who obviously heard me and swung his weapon toward the sound. A blow from my forearm sent him flying through the air and through a mud and canvas hut, which erupted with more shouting.

I grabbed the archaeologist by the arm then, which caused him to gasp.

"If you want to live, you have to trust me. Can I take you out of here?"

 

[camerindrake]

Damian

"The one owned by the Ross family. Saw it when I drove into town." The Black Hood responds. He then then asks, " Do they have children?"

He then looks at the car and then to his. He thinks to himself, "So much for trying to blend in. Damian looks like a rich prep boy in that car."