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Rylie nodded her eyes still on the road ahead of them. So he wasn't a bad guy. Someone out for just the money would have left the kids there to fend for themselves. She would have done the same.

“Agreed. When I am done recruiting I do not follow up. Not my job.”

Ahead of them another patrol was getting close. This one from a glance was going to pass their location. Rylie forced back up against a wall and slid low to a crouch beside a dumpster. She grab Daniel's arm and pulled him back with her.

“U.N.E. Patrol. Out for gang members or supers....who knows” Her voice was quiet. She looked between the dumpster and the wall. She began mentally calculating the distance to the docks. Still long enough that they needed to be careful but not so long that they couldn't afford to stop and hid here until there was no threat of discovery.

Rylie sat back on her feet, her back pressed against the wall. She turned her head to look at Daniel. “While we wait....what are your impressions of our little ragtag group?”

She watched him for a moment and slowly turned her head to look back to where the patrol would cross their path. He would need time to think, time to sort out the best way to word his feelings about the others. Rylie knew he might surprise her and go the honesty route but given his penchant for subterfuge she fully expected a cross between the truth and carefully diplomatic statement.

The patrol's footsteps got closer. Rylie slowed her breathing. It was automatic. She stayed hidden an awful lot her her line of work and some things were just second nature. Her arms rested on her legs and she was very still. A turn of her head was all she moved, a gesture to let Daniel know she was listening even as she waited for the patrol to pass them by.

Closer they came. She could hear the patrol leader asking the rest for status. From the responses the streets around them were clear. Rylie wasn't surprised, she and Daniel had only come across patrols and with the fighting they had heard at the office, regular people would be staying off of the streets. Anyone with powers who wasn't out for a fight would be hiding to avoid being picked up.

Less than a breath later the patrol was passing the dumpster. The shadows of their spot worked to their advantage. The men also seemed eager to get back so their “inspections of the area” were more lax than they should have been.

The all clear was given and they moved on. Rylie waited again, counting footfalls and then breaths, ensuring they were far away.

Turning to Daniel, she raised an eyebrow. “Shall we?”

Standing slowly, she waited for him to join her.