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[scarabsuited]

He's more sold on the notion of heroes coming in different forms nowadays, given how out of shape he's gotten. Somehow sitting at a terminal encrypting calls and messages doesn't maintain those teenaged biceps all that well – who knew? Besides the Scarab, forever pointing out the obvious when a rhetorical thought wafted by. It kept Jaime very self-aware, for better or worse.

It could be worse, he thinks. A lot worse. He was never on the receiving end of the "hospitality" of those ImPort-centric "hospitals." He found Abby amidst all the chaos. He had a skill that mattered – that could do something for so many people. So he embraced it and moved forward, best one could given the circumstances.

The bunker moved time to time, depending on how close certain unsavory types got, but the routines were the same. Those welcome knew the passkeys to the assorted entrances connected to it – even one not-too-glamorous-transporter, thanks to more engineering-minded assistance. Known ImPorts he came across – those come across by those he knew – were given small commlinks, designed to interact with each other not unlike that network that had united so many of them years before. This time, though, sponsored by a Beetle, not a mysterious Iron Suit.

Jaime Reyes does what he can from that bunker and those screens: routes to safe locations, hotspot surveillance, safe communication connections...and, you know, the occasional nag to a long-lost or estranged friend to try and draw them back, pull them away from miserable reality for just a second. Sometimes it's enough to bicker or banter as if nothing had changed. And then someone brings up the kids, and slowly they are brought back to Here and Now.

Really, it could be worse.