Art ignored the greeting.
Streak slowly got out of the car and stood facing Jack. She didn't step any closer. She, like the others, was nervous about Pseok's attack. They didn't want him getting shot.
Blaze looked out his window at Streak and whispered. "Are you sure about this?"
Streak didn't respond. Instead, she spoke to Jack. "I'll go with you. I'm the only one you want."
Blaze, fighting his better judgement, got out of the car and stood with Streak. "Me too."
Dave: "You guys, you don't have to do this."
Art hushed him. "Let the grown-ups handle this, kiddo."
Dave, pissed at being singled out as a child again, ironically reacted like a child - he put a sour look on his face and crossed his arms, and decided not to speak to anyone. Maybe he would see what that Slade guy wanted, after all, if given the chance.
Streak didn't argue with Blaze. She raised her hands and began to walk slowly towards the chopper.
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