<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She straightens, hands gliding down to her lovely hips as she pops them to one side. ...<br/><br/>Her hands slide up from her hips; arms moving to cross along her chest, lifting her breasts slightly.  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Happy was just as surprised as the others to discover that Talpert had been sitting on valuable information, and he wanted to hear more, but he was also seriously distracted by Voltaje's curious physical mannerisms.  She seemed to have a habit of, um, adjusting herself inside her outfit, perhaps in a way that most wouldn't notice, but J.D. was at an age when any detectable movement of foxy female flesh in his vicinity had a corresponding impact on the comportment of his trousers.  He decided he needed to learn Spanish just so he could volunteer to spare her the trouble of making those little costume adjustments herself.<em>'Let me help you with that, baby!  Oh my ....'</em><br/><br/>Getting his mind back to business ...<strong>"Shit, Talpert, there's gotta be something more you can give us.  Who was in the Defenders when they fought?  Any mention of what they tried against him that didn't work?  Did somebody else take him down eventually?  What was he doing when they ran into him?"</strong>The teen decided to play off Voltaje's "bad cop" and butter up the PR guy a bit.  He ambled over to him and lowered his voice a little, but not so much that the others couldn't hear, in case one of the gals took the hint and chose to assist with the buttering.<strong>"Look, we've got a minute here, try to relax, focus a little.  Like the boss said, you can help us figure out what to do next ... I'm sure the ladies would really appreciate the input, you know?"</strong>(The guy wasn't blind or gay, at least as far as J.D. knew, so he figured the goal of earning points with the ladies ought to help spur his recollection.)<br/><br/>In spite of what he said, though, the speedster wasn't so certain about how much time they really had to stand around chit-chatting.  He decided to reconnoiter using the trampled, partially-cleared paths that the fighters had already made through the jungle.<del>Dashing from Talpert's side to Athena's, he paused just long enough to explain himself into her ear -- <strong>"Backinajiffboss"</strong> -- and then disappeared in an emerald blur, the direction of his travel indicated by the hazy after-image left in his wake.</del><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">EDIT Struck out the last line to fit with the next post.</span>