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A middle aged man, in good shape, and dressed in a nicely tailored, albeit somewhat futuristic, sort of suit enters the Nexus. He glances around calmly, but he appears to be looking for something, or someone, and is annoyed, but hiding it fairly well.
"I don't suppose anyone might have seen my son running around here?" He holds out his hand at just about chest high on him. "Short, brown hair, looks a little like I did when I was a kid? Okay, maybe a lot. Usually seen in the company of Autobots of varying sizes and descriptions - though he seems to get into the most trouble with Wheelie. Anyone seen him?"
"I don't suppose anyone might have seen my son running around here?" He holds out his hand at just about chest high on him. "Short, brown hair, looks a little like I did when I was a kid? Okay, maybe a lot. Usually seen in the company of Autobots of varying sizes and descriptions - though he seems to get into the most trouble with Wheelie. Anyone seen him?"