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[basic_powers]

April 14th 2006
Location cannot be disclosed, Kansas, Revenant house
11:00 am

In all the confusion at the school Tyler had been able to slip away un-noticed after getting Ambriel back inside. That was the easy part, the hard part was running flat out to the home that the Revenant had been sending him to for picking up new gear to practice with, which was over 7 miles away from the school.

By the time he got there, after avoiding cars and grownups who would have stopped him, Tyler stood over in the driveway wheezing and privately thanking Milliways for the Mr. Shephard's PT training. It was probably the only thing that had kept him from collapsing in the driveway. Then he felt the Revenant communicator vibrating in his back pocket and took it out, fiddling the earpiece in.

Comments

[justiceoverlaw]

The Revenant cuts him off, cheerfully. "Excellent. You won't fall behind in your studies. Holler if you need anything."

[basic_powers]

******

2:25 pm, Hwy 57

Tyler looked up from the binder spread across his lap, well that had eaten up a couple of hours. "Okay, I'm finished."

[justiceoverlaw]

"That took a while."

[basic_powers]

"I had to write slow. The road kept making my hand bounce."

[justiceoverlaw]

"Hmm... I'll have to look at the car's suspension. Well, I hear you need help in social studies."

[basic_powers]

"Who doesn't know that?" Tyler replied, thumping back into the seat. "But I think I'd like to learn more about how to rescue kidnapped kids, first."

[justiceoverlaw]

"Are you sure?" says the amused voice. "We could have a riveting conversation about the Second Amendment and how it relates to offensive projectile superpowers."

[basic_powers]

"Maybe later. Are we close to Harold's place yet?"

[justiceoverlaw]

"We're getting there. Are you hungry?"

Out the window,

THE PEOPLE OF IOWA WELCOME YOU

whizzes past.

[basic_powers]

"Oh yeh." Tyler replies, looking out at the sign and then out his window at the cars passing by. He had been too occupied with worrying and writing his book report. "I didn't have lunch."