Blake and Humbot came through the door, still a little frustrated by their unsuccessful day. Jen and Steve were in the living room, watching a nature show, and turned to greet them (and maybe because the beef sandwiches smelled delicious). Jen's hair hung loose and looked amazing with her baby blue shirt. Steve was distracted by her, but ultimately tore himself away in time to grab a sandwich.
"So," Jen said, between bites, "what's next?"
"What do you mean?" Blake said.
"What she means," Steve said, "is what do we do now? Where do we go? How do we achieve this mission?"
"I don't really know. Priority A number One was to make sure you two were safe. We were hoping you'd have some clue as to what to do next."
"We don't."
"Oh."
Blake buried his face in his hands, running the heels of his hands down his jaws, a technique he often used to relieve stress. A technique he had used too often in the past few months.
"Blake?" Steve said.
"Yeah?" Blake looked up - and saw something that made him forget his stress.
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