Who: Peter and Bridge What: Bridge finally makes it to the Hyperion. When:Right after graffiti. Where: Hyperion He'd written down the address for good measure, and followed his Delta Morpher. Jack was here. Someone who knew him, knew what he was capable of and would know how to make things better. Biting his lip as he stood outside the large building for a moment in hesitation, he pulled off one of his leather gloves and scanned the building. A mixture of energy, it made him slightly more nervous than he already was. He was trying not to get psyched out. Trying not to turn and go back into hiding. He'd never met another person who had powers like him. Well sure he knew Jack had powers, but no psychic powers. He didn't go to sleep at night and dream of the future, then wake up to find out it wasn't just a dream.
Bridge was exhausted and it was written all over his face. His hair was a little more disheveled than usual and his black and green uniform (that matched Jacks in red and black design), unbuttoned. A green SPD shirt underneath. He bit the inside of his cheek as he pulled the glove back on and wiggled his fingers. "Okay, here we go..well here I go." He was a little eccentric, but it was just part of his charm. He tended to speak in circles, and only hoped he didn't give Peter too much a headache. This was his last chance to run away again, go back into solitary. (something he was used too before he joined the B Squad power rangers) It was scary facing people all over again. People who weren't used to his ways. All his life he'd struggled to be accepted, and never had been until Jack and his team. Now it was like being six years old again and his first day of SPD Academy.
He took a breath and pushed open the doors. "...Peter?" Bridge raised a brow as he searched the lobby.