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Posted March 25, 2012 at 09:01 pm

"Now then!" Teige said brightly. "Let us sally forth! In search of shelter."

Hawk had found his bag among the rocks; it was soaked, but there wasn't much to do about that. Rain was still coming down just out of the shelter of the boardwalk overhead. He picked his way down the rocks, bag in one hand, radio in the other.

Teige lifted the jar from its spot hanging on the boardwalk's support. He tipped it into his hand, and the bright orange light fell out, turning brilliant green as it did. It blazed in his palm, white at its center, casting an eerie light over his face and shoulders.

"And food," he added and, without explanation, popped the light into his mouth. The glow went out and he swallowed; it took a moment for Hawk to adjust, however poorly, to the darkness.

They stepped together out into the rain. Hawk turned his face up into it--it was cold and soothing, as tired and damp as he was. Teige, on the other hand, held the plastic map over his head.

"Reckon you could stomach some fried chicken, mate?" he asked cheerily. "You've got to have a mouth on you, after today."

Hawk followed him out onto the dark beach; overhead the lights of the city bled over the edge of the boardwalk brightly. He took a breath. "Sounds good," he answered.

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