Griff had barely been in town the last couple weeks. Showing up for classes, sure, but popping off to see what he could find out about the bad cops linked to Kemp and his people. There'd been no more attacks on him, but then, he'd not been so stupid as last time ( Read more... )

The crap thing about having an injury was the boredom while waiting for healing to happen. There was no training to do - no running, no fighting, no jump drills, nothing at all that could rip out the meticulous stitches zig zagging over his back. Griff had considered venturing out to the common area, but he really didn't want to run into certain ( Read more... )

It was late morning in San Diego when Griff decided to give Proctor another try, this time catching him at his desk. There was nothing he wanted more than to have Kemp brought to justice or at the very least out where Griff could find him, and who better than the FBI to help him flush his prey? "Last time I answered your questions. Now it's your ( Read more... )

Late in the California afternoon, Griff jumped to the cover of some bushes in a park in San Diego not too far from the San Diego FBI field office where he'd dropped off one of his informational packets the week before. The packets contained a drawing of Kemp, copies of newspaper articles he'd been gathering all spring that detailed every encounter ( Read more... )

"You've got Griff. Er, his phone anyway. Leave a message if it suits."

After being orphaned at nine and living on his own at twelve, Griff thought he was a sufficient sort of guy. He didn't need help, he could manage to acquire cash, a place to stay, feed himself, and buy new clothes as needed ( Read more... )

His seventeenth birthday wasn't a day Griff really could let himself care too much about. The date on his clock was just a reminder of hot days out at the Empty Quarter with a fresh bucket of paintballs. Memories that were best buried and ignored ( Read more... )

( Cut to save coffee. And 'cause canon is mean. )

Even teleports couldn't avoid all the rain and cold - at least not when they were actively trying not to teleport in front of people who didn't know about what they could do. A wholly frustrating thing on a wet and windy day. Griff proved this by jumping back to the room sloppily, bringing a bit of wet and a cold blast of air along with him on top ( Read more... )

Finally a day without any sign of rain. Griff decided to spend the morning out on the beach, tearing through the motions of his normal workout and pushing himself just that much farther ( Read more... )