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Once again, it's profile time. :crowd cheers and holds up signs: Today we will look at another of Shadowatch's male members. You love his southern drawl and farm-boy ways, give it up for Chaos!

Full name: Bryan E. Dukes

Nickname: Ry, Beau (he and Mitch are collectively referred to as the Dukes of Hazard)

Age: 16

Birth:May 1st (May Day. He he)Sign:TaurusElement:EarthPlanet: Venus

Hair: Brown. Kind of the color of Iceman's, only his is styled in spikes and is shorter.

Eyes:Green

Family:parents (unnamed) Daisy Mae (paternal grandma) Blob (older brother) Golem (younger half-brother)

Mutation: This featherweight of the Dukes clan possesses the superhuman strength that both his siblings take pride in. He is also invulnerable. However, unlike his brothers, he can also fly, and emits some kind of electrical field that temporarily shorts out electronics. It is unknown how he acquired the latter ability.

Personality:Good natured and laid-back Bryan doesn't worry about much. Raised alongside his older brother Fred on their grandmother's farm in Texas, Bryan learned early on how to work with his hands and became quite adept at fixing broken down tractors and such. He's dyslexic, so his academic scores aren't so great. Also, due to his upbringing on a farm, and later work as a circus performer, he's not the most tidy or organized person on the team.

Bryan's probably the most level-headed team member. He doesn't usually start fights, and often tries to break up existing ones. He's quick to help out a friend in need, and gets along well with just about everyone he meets. He's slow to anger, but is a raging bull once he's mad.

Learning to Breathe

59. Truce

After the incident with Virus, Andi and Razor finished their pizza in peace. They talked about music and sports (which almost resulted in a fist-fight), before Razor eventually paid out and lead her outside the restaurant.

"It's been fun." Andi stated.

"Oh, it's not over yet." Razor said. "I have another stop planned."

His date rolled her eyes. "Oh lord, what now? The video arcade? You should know that I really suck at video games."

"Noted." The boy laughed. "But no, we're going somewhere different. Somewhere you'll enjoy."

"Really?" She asked. "And what is it I'm going to enjoy?"

"Follow me." He said. Really, she didn't have to follow as much as he pulled his guitar out of the case he carried it around in and flew them there.

"What the hell?" She shouted. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Why would I do that?" he asked.

"Maybe because we're like three stories off the ground!"

"Do you hate heights or something?"

"YES!!!"

"Oh." The hero blinked. "Well, we're almost there, anyway." True to his word, he set her down in an almost-full parking lot next to a few buildings and a lighted baseball field. She looked around in confusion.

"Why are we?" She said, looking at the stadium near her.

"It's a college baseball game." He said. "Division title championship match or something. You seemed like the kind of girl who would enjoy it."

"Baseball?"

"Well, it's a little late for Basketball, and there aren't any hockey games in town right now." He scratched the back of his head. "So, this is it."

She blinked, then shrugged. "It'll work. I hope a fight breaks out."

"At a baseball game?" he stared incredulously.

"I like a good fight." She answered. "I think it's a genetic thing."

"What, your dad a big boxing fan or something?" he asked.

"No. Actually he's a century-old feral mutant who works as a mercenary." She said brightly. "Don't make him angry. It's not pretty."

Razor's eyes bugged out. "Your old man's a mercenary too?"

"Yep." She nodded as they walked to the bleachers. "I think he's always been one. At least as long as any of my brothers know."

"You are one strange girl." The Kid of Rock shook his head. "Now come on, I don't want to miss the game."

The pair sat down in an empty space and watched the game progress. Midway through the fifth inning, Andi left to go to the restroom. On her way back, she found herself cornered by two large men.

"What's a doll like you doing in a place like this?" The one closest to her said, his eyes looking her up and down as if she were something to be eaten.

"Leaving." She answered, trying to push past him and his friend. The man stuck his arm in her way and stepped in front of her.

"Aw, that's not very nice."

"Neither is your breath." She growled. "Let me pass."

"Not if you're gonna be rude about it." The guy's buddy said. "And since you're bein' rude, you gotta give us something first."

"The only thing you two perverts will be getting is a trip to the ER." Razor said, revealing himself to the men. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Who are you?" Guy #1 asked.

"The Kid of Rock is getting offended. No one in this town knows who I am!" Razor groaned.

"Maybe this will get you some media coverage." Andi shrugged.

"Man, I think he means business." Guy #2 said. Guy #1 looked the pair over.

"You might be right." He said. "I don't want no mess."

"Maybe you should consider bathing, then?" Andi grumbled under her breath. Razor laughed out loud.

"I think we better split while he's distracted." Guy #2 said. "Let's get out of here."

"I'm with you." Guy #1 said, trying to slink away unnoticed.

"If you losers wanna feel up a woman again, don't!" Razor shouted. Andi rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You okay?"

"Why does it seem like I need to be rescued?" She groaned. "I could have taken them out myself!"

"This way, the cops don't show up." He said. "I'd sure hate to explain to them what I'm doing out with a know thief."

"And mercenary." She added. "Don't forget that part."

"You won't let me." He said. "And dang, how many idiots can you attract in one night?"

"Attract? You think I want these morons to find me?"

"Then why do they keep comin'?"

"I don't know! It's not like I'm really trying here! You saw how bad I flirt."

"Oh. Yeah, you suck at that." He laughed. "Good God, girl, I've never been out with anyone as out of the loop as you are."

"Really? Cause you're tied for the position of 'most arrogant jerk' in my book." She huffed. "Why did you show your 80s retro mug in this town to begin with?"

"I came because a friend of a friend thought I could help them crack down on some weird crimes on the Southside." He said. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"It's not the Morlocks." She hissed. "Petty theft, maybe, but that's all you can tag them for. Look, you wanna catch your super-powered bandit, you're gonna need more help than your badge-toting buddies can provide. As it happens, I've got a tip about some strange disappearances, so why don't we work together to solve this mess? That way you can go back to Cleveland, and I can return to my team. Deal?"

He stayed silent for a moment. He wasn't sure if he could trust this strange girl, especially considering what her family seemed like. But… he did need someone with connections, and she either had them or knew people who did. She'd proven that by tracking down not only the street girl, but himself also. She could also fend for herself, which was a big plus.

Of course, it helped that she was incredibly attractive, scales or no scales. Something about those blue and yellow eyes got to him. Not that the rest of her wasn't nice. She could put a lot of girls back home to shame, and the friends she ran around with were just as pretty (he'd have to take pictures to show off to his bandmates, or they'd never believe him). And the weird hair… that was something else entirely.

At some point he realized that she was glaring at him and grinned. She looked even hotter when she was angry.

"Sure." He smiled. "The Kid of Rock will work with you. Just promise me one thing."

"Not another date." She groaned.

"No, not that." He said. "Although you' be loads of fun at a wrestling match. All I want is your picture."

"My picture?" she blinked. "Like Polaroid?"

"Yeah. Of you and those friends of yours." He said. "Don't give me the perv look! If I don't bring something back to the boys at home, no one is gonna believe me, and Kid Razor is not gonna be known as a liar."

She thought it over a moment. "Okay, I'll see what I can do." He smiled back at her.

"You do that."

"Yes, now since we've missed a good chunk of the ball game and there hasn't been any action with the match anyway, can I go?" She asked. He sighed. He hated to let her leave.

"You can't keep her forever." A ghostly voice whispered to him. He instantly recognized it as belonging to Ronnie Rocker, the man who had enchanted the mystical guitar that he drew his power from.

"I know." Razor sighed. "Fine, I'll take you home." He then thought a minute. Where did she live anyway?

"Just take me back to the restaurant." She said. "I can walk home from there."

"By yourself?" He asked.

"Yes. I'm a big girl, Razor. I can handle myself, or do you need a reminder?" Andi raised an eyebrow. Razor groaned, remembering how solidly she and her 'team' had pounded him the last time they fought. Despite his durability, he still wound up with bruises.

"No, I don't think I do." He glared at the girl. "Just get over here."

"Fine." She said. "Just keep your hands at the equator this time, or I'll deck you."

As the pair flew into the sky once more, a man was watching them from the bleachers. He smiled to himself and pushed the bill of his blue ballcap up. "Well, now, it seems we have some excitement in this town after all." He said to himself. "This could be my big break. But I gotta do some "research" first." he began to chuckle to himselves. "Superpowered teenagers. Now that's a great tease."

Who is the mystery man watching? Can Razor and Shadowatch work together without tearing each other to bits? And what or who is behind the mysterious events in Chicago? STay tuned to find out.