Tires crunched on gravel as a red-and-white Ford pickup rolled to a stop in the driveway of Fortes, engine purring. After a pause the purr cut off and the driver's-side door swung open. The young man who climbed out was tall and broad-shouldered, his long black hair held back by a red bandanna. He surveyed the house before him with a coolly
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"Forge..." He wasn't even sure he had said it, though the smile on his face wasn't mistakable. He could always make the store run later.
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"Sorry, you just look a lot like someone I used to know. "Alex Summers," He held out his hand to the other man smiling.
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"Wait, whoa. Hold up. I look a lot like someone named Forge that you used to know?" That was too much of a coincidence; if Naze had sent this guy to intercept him . . . "Dude, if the next thing out of your mouth has anything to do with the word 'destiny', I am out."
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She doesn't get her hopes up until she sees the bright red tool kit, and promptly drops her things when she does.
"Forge?!"
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"I'm Tabby, but you can call me Boom Boom."
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"Boom Boom? Seriously?" Forge cocks his head for a second -- and then grins. "I like it. Nice to meet you. I'm Forge, but, uh . . . you know that already. Somehow."
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