in which Red Tornado's timing needs to be less impeccable
Momentum is impetus, as of a physical object or —
"I hate physics," Artemis moans.
"Really? Agh, my heart!"
Wally zooms up, pretending to read while taking in the archer's frazzled appearance.
"Stand up," he suggests. Once she acquiesces he continues, "Basically, momentum is mass times velocity." The speedster runs past, easily skidding to a stop.
"But," and Wally waggles a finger at her, "If I..."
Now, he super-speeds back, registering too late that there's just not enough skid distance. Reflexively, his arms wrap around her, and they both go down, he shifting so she lands atop him — specifically, straddling him.
Winded, he lets out a strangled groan, squeezing his eyes tight shut.
"Wally?" Artemis leans in, inadvertently (or, maybe just a little advertently) closing the gap between them. "You okay?"
Even as he gives her a weak thumbs-up, they notice the slight whir and clunk of Red Tornado's departing footsteps. Funny how their cheeks had turned the same color as the android's.
"So, vector quantity, has both magnitude and direction. Linearity, too."
Seemingly unmoved, she gets up and states shortly, "Thanks."
"Head of the Science Club, at your service, Ma'am."
She pauses. "Don't call me Ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
200 words, exactly. Do you mind? (For the record, I blame Wally.)
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