Fisher followed Slade through the ice - he assumed it was just a showy way of getting around for Slade - and emerged with them near D'Angelo's car.
As they walked towards the car, Fisher waited to see what Slade would say. It soon became clear to him that they were waiting for him to speak. He sighed inwardly. He had the strong feeling that Slade didn't take him seriously.
Art, meanhile, was sitting in an angry silence. He didn't want to be responsible for Dave. He felt an awkward responsibility towards Charger and the others, as though if he didn't try to save them, no one would.
Because Art was so inwardly distracted, it was Dave who noticed Fisher and the others arrival. He could only assume that it was Slade with him. He stepped out of the car. "Hello there."
Fisher stepped forward. "Hey, kiddo. I assumed you know why we're here."
Dave shrugged. "Mostly. You're a surprise, though."
Fisher grimmaced. "Well. I hope we won't have any more unpleasantness between us."
Dave: "We'll see. But I'm waiting to speak to Slade, so ...."
Fisher's eyes flashed, and he nearly lunged at the boy, nearly losing his control. That he could be so casual about the whole thing. Fisher could touch the boys mind and he knew that David was terrified ... but he was standing fearless before him.
Fisher took a deep breath. "Okay." And he was silent.
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Blaze and Streak were forced out of the chopper, and the two guards Kaira had noted stepped forward, raising their guns.
Blaze whispered to Streak. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Streak gave him a brief look but said nothing. This was no comfort to Blaze, but he didn't press the matter.
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