Attention Castor Stuart
Rather than stay inside, Sue opted for a more open area to asses the hippie. There was no point in staying underground when they were looking at a plant manipulator. She had the closest telepath send an alert to let Castor know that he was to meet her on the football field, where Sue stood, hands on her hips, looking out over the field. “Don’t you just love the stench of fried grass?”