<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/jessica_rose_jessica_lee_rose_mJ0Fzotsized.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Megan Adagio<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Deaftone<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Goliath Stadium, through the tunnel and onto the field.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Karter, Chester, Open.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Megan frowned as she stared at the door Connor had exited the stadium through.  Milton.  Book one, verse whatever.  She was no detective and she definitely didn't want to dig through<em>Paradise Lost</em>to find the reference.  Maybe she could Google it after practice, if she even remembered.  She was no detective.  She preferred to deal with the here and now.  She didn't like the past and the future was too uncertain.  Besides, there was a school full of want-to-be-heroes, surely one of them would stumble over Connor's scheme and thwart it, if it even needed thwarting.  Still, Megan walked the field and followed the camo-wearing nut-case's footprints.  If she were to hazard a wild guess, it looked like he might be planning to do something to the statue.<br/><br/>She began stretching her arms and upper back as she returned to the field.  Goliath had been a Sentinel before her father.  She didn't even know if her father had known the man.  Maybe they had hated each other.  She didn't know and it wasn't likely anyone would tell her.  After all, who spoke poorly of the deceased, especially if the deceased was a hero worthy of a statue.  She always wondered why she hadn't seen a statue of her father on campus.  He was likely an asshole, or maybe not that good of a hero.  That would explain why her mother and grandfather never talked about him and had desired that Megan had never found out about him.  Course, her mother was a right B for keeping that secret from her.  So, as far as Megan was concerned, her dad had been the best hero who had ever lived.<br/><br/>She was sitting on the grass, nose to knee when she heard Karter's familiar laughter.  Megan craned her neck to see her two friends from detention which instantly caused her to smile from ear to ear.  From the little bits of conversation Megan could hear naturally, she did her best not to eavesdrop on friends, it sounded like the pair was in top form.  Megan's quiet laugh only made her smile stretch until it hurt.<br/><br/>With a dancer's grace Megan flowed from her spot on the grass to her feet and began walking toward the duo with a skip in her step.  She was wearing one of the cheer team's practice uniforms; which was basically compiled of a cut-off Tee with "Nebula High" stylized across the chest and short, cheerleader shorts with the letters "N" and "H" along the posterior, both in the highschool's colors.  Her white sneakers and ankle length socks only helped display a lot of well toned leg.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey you two,"</strong>her voice infectiously chipper.<strong>"Yeah, trying to start the year off on a good foot.  I give it a day or two more,"</strong>she jokingly replied to Karter.<br/><br/>She wasn't surprised when Chester appeared next to her, especially since she saw him disappear.  Without missing a beat she playfully bumped her hip into him.<br/><br/><strong>"You know my day isn't complete until I get to hang out with you two,"</strong>she grinned at him, a twinkle in her eye when she looked into his eyes, then scampered away toward Karter.<strong>"So, did you bust out or are you two being abnormally well behaved?"</strong>She asked before slowing down and opening her arms toward the other girl in an invitation for a hug.<br/>