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xp_logsX-Factor (and friends) reach out to their contact in Chicago looking for Ben Hammil.
The drop in centre was a room out the back of a church on Chicago's South Side. You could enter from the street and didn't need to go through the church to get in there. There were a couple of couches, both looking like they'd been bought in 1983, a table and chairs, a coffee maker and a small food pantry.
A sign on the door, in sharpie, read "Mutant resource centre Tuesday and Thursday, 1-4pm."
A young person, purple skinned, with short black hair in a slightly grubby coat sat on the stoop watching the street lazily and tracking the arrival of the four people who climbed out of a rental car to walk inside. They weren't cops but they also didn't exactly look like the usual type you saw around here.
"Youse lost or something?" they called out, in an incongruously broad Australian accent.
Alex looked to Quentin, then gave the person a small smile. "Less lost, more something. You Madin, by any chance?"
Madin nodded cautiously. "Yeah." The 'what the hell do you want' was unsaid but clearly visible on their face.
"Omega." Quentin introduced himself using his Underground handle. "And associates," he said, waving a hand at the other three. "We need your help."
Angelo stepped forward. "I'm Skin. We're looking for a missing kid, wondered if he might have been here."
"And I'm Dust." Sooraya quickly introduced herself. "We received word from his grandmother who is looking for him. She's very worried."
Madin's eyes widened in recognition at the names. "You're Omega? The guy from the Telegram messages?" Huh. Thought he'd be shorter. He had really short guy energy on there.
"You know missing kids don't always want to be found," they added.
"Yeah, well, we're good finding people like that," Quentin responded, choosing to ignore Madin's thought no matter how it rankled him (short guy energy, really?). "Especially when family's worried about them. Can you help?"
Madin thought about it for a moment but finally nodded. They knew these names. They'd been talking to Omega. They were mutants, not humans or cops. It would probably be okay. "Yeah. Okay. I'll help."
The drop in centre was a room out the back of a church on Chicago's South Side. You could enter from the street and didn't need to go through the church to get in there. There were a couple of couches, both looking like they'd been bought in 1983, a table and chairs, a coffee maker and a small food pantry.
A sign on the door, in sharpie, read "Mutant resource centre Tuesday and Thursday, 1-4pm."
A young person, purple skinned, with short black hair in a slightly grubby coat sat on the stoop watching the street lazily and tracking the arrival of the four people who climbed out of a rental car to walk inside. They weren't cops but they also didn't exactly look like the usual type you saw around here.
"Youse lost or something?" they called out, in an incongruously broad Australian accent.
Alex looked to Quentin, then gave the person a small smile. "Less lost, more something. You Madin, by any chance?"
Madin nodded cautiously. "Yeah." The 'what the hell do you want' was unsaid but clearly visible on their face.
"Omega." Quentin introduced himself using his Underground handle. "And associates," he said, waving a hand at the other three. "We need your help."
Angelo stepped forward. "I'm Skin. We're looking for a missing kid, wondered if he might have been here."
"And I'm Dust." Sooraya quickly introduced herself. "We received word from his grandmother who is looking for him. She's very worried."
Madin's eyes widened in recognition at the names. "You're Omega? The guy from the Telegram messages?" Huh. Thought he'd be shorter. He had really short guy energy on there.
"You know missing kids don't always want to be found," they added.
"Yeah, well, we're good finding people like that," Quentin responded, choosing to ignore Madin's thought no matter how it rankled him (short guy energy, really?). "Especially when family's worried about them. Can you help?"
Madin thought about it for a moment but finally nodded. They knew these names. They'd been talking to Omega. They were mutants, not humans or cops. It would probably be okay. "Yeah. Okay. I'll help."
