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Blargh. A nice and sunny day in Barton, to Walker's chagrin. The sunlight was nice, and more likely to cause confusion because of energetic brats and animals, but there was nothing quite like a dull and dreary day now and then. Admittedly, it was still chilly as the snow was still sticking to the ground, but that just made little kids all the more exuberant.

Walker let out a sigh, wandering down the street with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He wore his blazer with a hoodie underneath and a puffy hat on his head. Walker couldn't remember just where the place was, but he knew it was some kinda dance studio. And somewhere in Barton. There couldn't be that many, right?

So, as per usual, he was attempting to rely on the feel of the energies. There weren't a massive amount of people around, so it shouldn't take too long, hopefully.

It didn't take too long, thankfully. At least, it didn't seem like it took forever. But he could misjudge sometimes, rare occurrences though they were. He didn't bother looking at the name of the studio, merely pausing a little ways away from a building with a line of various women exiting the door. None looked similar, except maybe for their outfits. Different sorts of exercise clothes, more skirts then sweatpants though.

Yeah, probably the right place. Ignoring the fact that he felt the right presence from inside the building. Hmm, now, for a clever way to drop the kiddo on her. Hmm. Leaning against the building next to the target's, he glanced up at the sky, the sun warm despite the chilly air. Looking back down, he watched people passing by.

Surprise adoption forms? Done it. Hmm, mysterious sibling who tracked her down to drop her kid on the woman? Maybe. Long lost cousin fleeing from the mob, so needs a safe haven for their brat? Nah, too good.

Chewing his lip lightly, Walker's eyes moved back to the building, watching it for a moment or two.

Second one, I think. He dug a piece of scrap paper out of his pocket, scrawling a hasty note on it. Folding that neatly, he snapped his fingers softly, holding his arms out as a baby carrier materialized in his arms, revealing a pretty, sleeping brunette baby.





He approached the door carefully, pausing to see if it was glass first. After a moment, he dropped the carrier on the step, knocking loudly on the door. After that was done, he moved a few feet away and leaned against the wall of the building, lighting a cigarette and look inconspicuous.

The note read something along the lines of long lost sister, found her somehow, must flee, leave the child, please take care of flesh and blood. The tyke doesn't look remotely like the woman, if his impression was correct, but he wrote some BS in the note about that, too. Something about being in hiding for so long, so the baby was paler instead of the warm dark color that the soon-to-be-mother was.