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Remi deNamor was trying to look inconspicuous as he moved toward Pier 4. He was in a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up. He was trying to look like a jogger. The only thing that would throw people off is if they looked at his feet and noticed he was barefoot and moving an inch above the ground.
He just needed to get inside Pier 4 and figure out a way to hide the pummeling he had gotten today. He went out to underground fight clubs still. He went in knowing he would get as good as he gave, and today he'd gotten whumped. He hoped he could maybe get in his tank for a little bit, give his body some quality soaking to heal.
Particularly before Alexa got out of the lab. The Atlantean moved down the street, no thinking he would run into anyone he would sort of know.
He just needed to get inside Pier 4 and figure out a way to hide the pummeling he had gotten today. He went out to underground fight clubs still. He went in knowing he would get as good as he gave, and today he'd gotten whumped. He hoped he could maybe get in his tank for a little bit, give his body some quality soaking to heal.
Particularly before Alexa got out of the lab. The Atlantean moved down the street, no thinking he would run into anyone he would sort of know.
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