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Coming To America || Not Without A Star
Kyle and America find Logan and Jean, who finally get the whole story about the kids vs. street gang situation.
"And jooooder, I'd really like to strangle the pendejo that I'd really like to punch. A lot. I've caught a few in the act, but haven't recovered ANY of the kids they've taken." America explained. "Not even Chiu," she ended grimly.
Logan glanced at Jean as they walked toward the area where Kyle's scent was concentrated and whoever he was talking to. It sounded like the intel he'd been given was correct on too many levels and the operation was bigger than he thought it should be. Though anyone operating in Madripoor usually was a worse caliber of person one would expect to find in most places.
"If they've been taken, not killed, they're probably needed for something," Jean said. She looked up at high town as it towered in the distance, a shining beacon of opulence against the slums of Low Town.
"It means they might still be alive." She studied the girl, America. She was young, far too young to be out on the streets with these children.
"We can try to help you get them back."
"I hate myself for offering but." Kyle jabbed a thumb at his face. "Between me and Logan, if you've got any of their stuff, we can probably track them by smell. Don't say it, I know it's fuckin' creepy, okay."
"Blanquito, if you licked the ground where they walked, I wouldn't say anything if it brought those kids back," America said emphatically. "I've seen some shit, and I want to make sure these kids don't."
"If that's what it's gonna take to bring your friends back, I could care less how it looks. We can deal with that later. They can be weirded out by it after we make sure their asses aren't being held against their will." Logan nodded to America. "Bring us somethin' and let's go rescue your friends."
"I have telepathy. I'll follow them and keep a mental eye out," Jean said. Hopefully there wasn't anything that shielded her telepathy, but she'd take that bridge when she came to it.
"And jooooder, I'd really like to strangle the pendejo that I'd really like to punch. A lot. I've caught a few in the act, but haven't recovered ANY of the kids they've taken." America explained. "Not even Chiu," she ended grimly.
Logan glanced at Jean as they walked toward the area where Kyle's scent was concentrated and whoever he was talking to. It sounded like the intel he'd been given was correct on too many levels and the operation was bigger than he thought it should be. Though anyone operating in Madripoor usually was a worse caliber of person one would expect to find in most places.
"If they've been taken, not killed, they're probably needed for something," Jean said. She looked up at high town as it towered in the distance, a shining beacon of opulence against the slums of Low Town.
"It means they might still be alive." She studied the girl, America. She was young, far too young to be out on the streets with these children.
"We can try to help you get them back."
"I hate myself for offering but." Kyle jabbed a thumb at his face. "Between me and Logan, if you've got any of their stuff, we can probably track them by smell. Don't say it, I know it's fuckin' creepy, okay."
"Blanquito, if you licked the ground where they walked, I wouldn't say anything if it brought those kids back," America said emphatically. "I've seen some shit, and I want to make sure these kids don't."
"If that's what it's gonna take to bring your friends back, I could care less how it looks. We can deal with that later. They can be weirded out by it after we make sure their asses aren't being held against their will." Logan nodded to America. "Bring us somethin' and let's go rescue your friends."
"I have telepathy. I'll follow them and keep a mental eye out," Jean said. Hopefully there wasn't anything that shielded her telepathy, but she'd take that bridge when she came to it.