Orren shrugged off Simon's hand, but seemed to have at least taken the gesture to heart. He took a deep breath in and let it out, ready for business. He proceeded to flip Collin off and turned to Fallout. 
"Let's get back to the base and get this over with." He had a iceman to strangle. The thought that the villain may have hurt either one of his friends made his blood boil even more. Per was like a sister to him; any harm done to her was immediately taken personally. And anyone that could hurt sweet, innocent Dylan deserved to be shot. 

The trip back to the base was a quick one. Orren went to check the tracking system for Dylan or Per while Fallout changed his suit. It took a little while for the computer to start up, but once he opened the program, it became painfully obvious that this villain was either an idiot, or leading them into a trap. Two blips showed up, plain as day, a few miles from the group. Orren cursed as he got on his comlink.

"Guys, I found them. By the looks of the map, their near the old Grocery store on Fairview. I have a feeling Frosty's expecting us." 

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"Oh, no, it's fine," Dylan stammered when he felt Per shift away from him. The gap was instantly filled with coldness; harsh, bitter coldness. He hesitantly reached out to put an arm around Per. The only person that he really ever got hugs from was Orren, and it was usually because Dylan enforced a strict, daily hug policy. Orren usually grumbled and cursed at him, but he never tried to stop him. He couldn't help but hope that maybe, when they got back home, Per would remain unafraid of him. He really didn't like scaring his friends.