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[Hadley Stark]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #3A2C2F; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]PUT YOUR HANDS INTO THE FIRE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFF8F2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]It wasn’t the first time that Hadley had snuck herself and hidden herself away within train cargo and hitched a ride for free, but forty-eight hours had so far been the longest she’d travelled that way. And she was fair certain that she’d be reluctant to do so again. Forget the bone-gnawing cold from minor exposure to the elements, or that a good collection of her bones and muscles were loudly complaining from being cramped for so long. Heck, even the small family of rats who had made a habit of running across Hadley’s legs during the trip and attempting to nip at her toes when they thought that she wasn’t paying attention hadn’t been too bad. No, what Hadley had disliked was sharing a small rectangular box with half a dozen people. Filthy and unclean, shady individuals. The homeless and the downtrodden. Nameless folk, wandering without a spoken purpose. All of them pretty much the same as Hadley. Actually, that wasn’t right. None of them were the same as her. For they were human and Hadley wasn’t. Following a number of the others who had scrambled out of the cargo hold once the train had taken a temporary stop, stopping on the edge of yet another city, Hadley kept to herself, breaking free from the group, her footsteps soft as she walked the train-tracks. Brushing filthy strands of strawberry-pink hair away from her face, Hadley silently mused that she really did need a shower. And the loud gurgle that shook her flat stomach that chased that thought insisted that she needed to eat something. Something other than the packaged sugar-packed crap that she found so easily to steal from vending machines. Resting her back against a nearby abandoned and rusty cargo container, Hadley sighed heavily before closing her sky-blue eyes. Allowing her mind to drift to images of the familiar hard faces that belonged to those whom had persisted in chasing her for three long years, and as well as the even harsher face of her father and her tormenter, Hadley searched. Searched to see if she was once again the mouse in the game of cat-and-mouse. Or if, for just once, she could breathe freely and figure out her next plan of action.[/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: -1;]made by retrogress of back to neverland[/style]

[Dr. M. H. Stark]

Officer Daniel Riley was a good cop. At least he fancied himself as one. Sure he had taken the odd payoff, pocketed some drug money, and even altered some paperwork. But he had a wife and two beautiful boys whom he loved with all his heart. He believed in what he was doing and anything he may have done was either to help his family directly or take another scumbag off the street. He was helping everybody. Maybe not the best cop or the greatest person, but a good man with a good heart.

Which was why he was taken aback when a pink haired girl came into view. She was a little older, dirtier, and for sure her soul had seen far more miles than her body had but it was her. One of the FBI's wanted. What Officer Riley was not aware of was that fact that the DNCS was far reaching and often sourced it's BOLO (be on lookout) list through various other agancies.

Hadley Stark. The face was unmistakeable. 

He reached for his radio and called it in. The always popular 10 codes and police vernacular made him feel almost like a movie star. The radio quickly crackled back its acknowledgment advising him not to approach, speak with, or otherwise contact his alledged suspect. 

Miles away Dr. Morgan Hargrave Stark recieved a phone call, hung up, then quickly called the emergency line.

"Yes Dr. Stark?" His OIC (officer in charge) of the martial force at his disposal did not sleep as far as Stark could tell. He liked her. She got results and never counted costs.

"She's here. Train station ten minutes ago. I want everyone mobilized and standing by. Mean time get ahold of one of tue handlers. I want an operator on site in ten minutes. Are we clear?" There was no question in his voice. There never was.

"Yes, sir. We're clear"

Officer Riley, in the mean time, was having a change of heart. How could this girl be wanted? She reminded him of his own daughter. No knowing what else to do, he kept his eyes on her. If nothing else he couldn't just turn and walk.

[Blaine Gesse]

And now for something completely different.

Blaine Gesse didn't know either of the Starks. Well, not like he had a reason to, but... you get the picture. So when he went to the train station that day, he didn't know what he'd find. Well, besides the thing he was looking for.

A couple days ago, a friend of his parents had arrived on the train. He'd gone to pick them up from the station, and apparently when he had, he'd dropped his phone. Not knowing where it was, his parents had called it--the train station's office picked up. It was in lost and found.

So here he was, to retrieve his cell and go back home. Simple, right? Oh, but Blaine's life was never simple.

He saw a girl.

It seemed a lot of bad stories started like that.

She looked homeless. Dirty. But she had pink hair, which was strange, and her blue eyes seemed to have a hope rare in the homeless that usually rode the trains. And she looked to be Blaine's age, not some old man or bag lady. But she looked like she was near to death. In his head, Justice spoke. Save her.

He looked around. No one was paying attention to her. Just another train-riding hobo. He looked across the tracks. The train that she surely dropped out of was already out of sight, and none were coming. So he hopped off the comfortable cement of the station and out into the unknown, the crisscross of tracks and abandoned containers, until he got to her.

When he got there, he didn't know what to say. He kind of slowed down as he approached her. Uh. Awful nice day we're having? No, it was overcast. Girl like you shouldn't be riding the rails--No, that was way too creepy.

Keep it simple? That was usually a good plan.

"Uh.. hi. I'm Blaine."