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Crystal finished off her mudslide and started on her Pina' Colada. She then stopped and looked at Arell and smiled big at him.

It was nice to have someone from home, she just hoped he didn't have ties with her father like the last one.

Chris Brooks managed to get himself out of the area before the authorities showed up. Luckily for him, he had landed on sandbags. Otherwise, the thug wouldn't be moving after being knocked through the power plant's windows.

Chris was surprised that he didn't have anything broken, although he was sore as hell. After ditching his weaponry near the pier, Mr. Brooks dusted off his suit jacket, slacks, and fedora as best as he could. Next, he ducked into a public bathroom, grabbed damp paper towels, and carefully cleaned any obvious sand stains, I'm going to have to send this suit to the dry cleaners.

Then, the henchman continued walking and merged with the morning pedestrians going to work. Blending in perfectly with the businessmen walking about, Mr. Brooks calmly walks up to a newspaper stand and purchases a copy of The Wall Street Journal. Then, he walks into a McDonalds built into the corner of a skyscraper and orders a breakfast meal. After purchasing a "big breakfast", he sits down at one of the tables and calmly eats and reads the paper.

Arell finished off the last of his oysters and payed his bill.

"Che', wherever you wanna go's a-okay by me!" the Cajun said, his low Cajun growl lightened a little bit.

Arell chuckled with a grin, leaving a couple bucks for a tip.

"I did kinda. A few characters includin' a redhead and a funny-lookin' green man had me stayin' with 'em fer a while, but I usually crash anywhere they lemme." the Cajun said. It's a miracle this Gator don't get a hangover! he thought.

"Well, back home, I read 'bout 'im as Beast Boy, but dey called 'im Gar fer some odd reason. You know 'im, che'?" Arell asked, sucking on a toothpick

Well, they mentioned Robin a lot, and she's friends with ol' Bird Boy . . . well why not? Arell thought.

"De girl . . . she got called Starfire. Her, Gar and some madamouselle calle' Raven all's livin' at some hotel not t' far from here." the Cajun said.

Arell smiled as he took her hand in his. "Lead de way, che'. I'm jest glad y' know alladem!" the young Cajun said as he staggered to his feet.

Arell put the helmet on, buckling it. "Sweet ride!" the Cajun said as he hopped on. "Makes my ol' Injun Scout seem like a box a' nuttin'!"