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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.

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"Okay," says the drive-through attendant at SuperSonic, "that's a garden salad wrap, two double cheeseburgers, nine orders of fries, three Atlas Burgers™, no onions, a Number Four combo, a chicken sandwich, a twenty pack of Chicken Asteroids™, three chocolate shakes, one vanilla, and five Cokes. Will that be all?"

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"Yeah," says the bearded man in the floppy hat, accepting his order. "You got any of the Super-Kid Meal™ video game watches left?"

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= I can't believe they find such simple devices amusing, = says a metallic voice as the van pulls away.

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"Don't you remember being a kid, Irons?"

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Bleeping and childish voices emanate from the back of the van.

"Awright! Level two! I got there first!"

"You died twice doing it."

"Ahh, you're just a sore loser."

[basic_powers]

Tyler turned, barely catching that last part from inside of the nearly empty restaurant as Harold drove the kids off again out of the SuperSonic drive-thru. Come to think of it, the Rainmaker students hadn't gotten school lunch either, so it made sense they'd have to stop to eat.

Still...he was starting to get butterflies in his stomach about this.

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Behind the counter, a bored, pimply wage-slave clears his throat.

[basic_powers]

Oh right. Lunch.

"I'll have a number three, no mustard."

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"You want a video game watch with that, kid?"

[basic_powers]

"Uh, okay." Really, he could use a new watch, since Winston ate the last one. After reaching up over the counter and picking up the watch the pimply wage-slave offered, he stared at it a few moments....an idea coming to him.

"Can I get two dollars in quarters too?"