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~Antony Tangent~

Antony stands there, lightly swinging on the heels of his boots.
"Whats wrong?.." He ask as a few of the men standing guard look him over, his smile revealing a row or lightly edged and pointed teeth was not helping. The air was heavy with everyone waiting for something to happen and he decided to change his attention towards Grant as he stood in the doorway and waved him through. Antony smiled and looked at the guards again before giving them a wink before treading through.

He felt more at home the moment he was inside, the building itself was like the kind he had been living in for the past few years while in the city and it was easy for him to acclimate to this kind of surround. Walking several feet past the door he looked up at Sam as she waited for the others. "So.. this is your home?" He said with a slow pause.
But his notice was already back on Eureka who was standing only a small distance from her leader and he brought his eyes on her. "Ahh.. I see, that you.. clean up well." In the hectic space of his mind he meant it as a compliment but his mouth was not very equipped at portraying such a thing very well.

         

The car ride was silent. Luke sat in the back seat, his laptop on his knees. He was checking up on what information the police had on him- and how easy it would be to disappear. It kept his mind occupied and made his forget temporarily about his concussion. Canada seemed like a good choice. He could never afford the air fares to Australia, which would be best. He'd work on a few more of his consultancy jobs, tie up a few loose ends, pull off a huge stunt to really annoy the police, then disappear. He really like the sound of that. The Otherkind might forget about him then as well. He felt no guilt about choosing to leave the Wicked Ones. They didn't need him, he didn't need them.

"Here we are... Home." Luke looked up abruptly and closed down his laptop. In a rush, his headache returned and he felt nauseous again. Keep it together, Luke. They don't need to see you puke your guts up. He shoved his laptop into his bag and zipped the bag closed and climbed from the car, swinging the bag onto his back. He glanced around the car park and spotted the hobo guy who, despite it all, seemed to like Luke and who Luke liked. He headed over to him, which seemed to be where they were being directed to anyway.

He didn't feel like talking, and so instead tried to decide on the fake name he'd adopt for when he moved to Canada. One corner of his mouth curled up. If Y2K was more than one person, he'd be a lot harder to catch. Now, should I dye my hair or bleach it?