"You okay?" Harry asked.
Bruce looked up at him and Harry was relieved to see that there was no sign of any anger or rage there whatsoever.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think so. That wasn't exactly fun, though. Let's not do that again unless we really have to," Bruce said.
"Fair enough," Harry nodded. "Come on, let's head downstairs and wait for Jennifer to call."
Bruce quickly climbed to his feet and nodded at Harry to lead the way.
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The call came less than an hour later. Harry had barely said Jennifer's name when the phone was practically ripped from his hand.
"Jennifer? It's Bruce," the concerned man said, the calming potion obviously wearing off, assuming that it hadn't already done so. "Where are you? Are you alright? Uncle William and I have been so worried."
There was a pause then as Bruce listened intently to the other end of the line.
"Okay. Okay, I can do that," Bruce said. He scrambled then for a pencil and a piece of paper. "Alright, I've got it. I'm not sure exactly where that is, but I know the general area. Don't worry, I'll find it."
Again, Bruce pause as he listened to Jennifer.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Bruce promised. "Stay safe."
As soon as the conversation was ended, Bruce ripped off the paper and stood.
"Right. I have an address. Any idea how we're getting there?" he asked anxiously.
"Our rides out in Den," Harry smiled reassuringly at him. "All we have to do is to get Happy away from the food."
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"You sure this is the place?" Happy asked dubiously from where he'd turned around in the driver's seat to look at Harry and Bruce in the back.
"It looks like what Jennifer described," Bruce stated, staring out the window.
Harry leant over to take a look himself.
They were in an old, abandoned warehouse district. Most of the buildings in this area were huge and obviously in disrepair. Windows were smashed, doors were hanging off of their hinges and graffiti covered everything up to a height of about two metres. The chain-wire fences that separated the buildings was rusted red. In some places, it'd obviously been cut to provide easier access to other buildings and in some places, it'd been torn down completely.
A couple of burnt out cars were nearly obscured by the detritus of lengths of steels, chunks of concrete, dozens of rusted pieces of corrugated iron, overgrown grass and a slew of other bits and pieces that had accumulated over the years.
"You sure about this?" Happy asked. "Only, I could come with you as added security."
Bruce and Harry shared an amused look.
"Wait here, Happy. If we need you, we'll call and you can come to our rescue," Harry said.
"Yeah. Yeah, I can do that," Happy agreed.
Almost simultaneously, Bruce and Harry opened their doors and got out. As Harry rounded the car, he gestured for Bruce to go first, after all, Jennifer was his cousin and he figured that she'd feel more comfortable seeing a familiar face.
Slowly, the two picked their way through the yard, taking an almost circulating path to reach the main doors. The doors had obviously been forced open at some point, there now being a gap wide enough to walk through easily. Harry blinked, though, at the imprint of a hand in the metal.
"You sure that you haven't been here before?" he asked.
Bruce put his hand up inside the print. It was clear that whatever had made it was big, much bigger than Bruce currently was.
"I'm sure," he said. "This isn't big enough."
Harry's eyes widened slightly before he nodded.
"Right," he said, before making an 'after you' gesture.
Bruce pulled a face at him but went first without complaint.
The inside of the old warehouse was incredibly dark and gloomy. What light that did filter in, did so only through the broken panes – the ones still intact now being too gritty and grimy for anything, let alone light, to penetrate.
"Bruce? Is that you?" a voice called out of the darkness.
"Jennifer?" Bruce called back and his head, just like Harry's was moving about, trying to pinpoint exactly where the voice had originated.
"Who's that with you?" Jennifer asked.
"This is Harry. You spoke to him on the phone," Bruce said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"You trust him?" Jennifer asked.
"Of course. I wouldn't have brought him with me otherwise," Bruce assured her.
"And there's no one else here with you?" she asked.
"Only Happy, our driver, but he stayed in the car," Bruce replied.
There was a pause, then and both men waited. The sound of footfalls turned their heads in the right direction and they squinted, trying to make out Jennifer through the shadows. And then she appeared, stepping into a shaft of light out of the darkness.
Her hands, were in front of her, twisting themselves together and her head was bowed, allowing curtains of long, black hair to hide her face. If it wasn't for her size – easily seven feet tall – she appeared the very essence of the meekest person, scared and apprehensive.
Both Harry and Bruce gasped at the sight of her hands, what little of her face that they could see and her lower legs and feet. Jennifer was completely jade green.
"Jennifer?" Bruce asked, taking a step forward.
The green giantess nodded, never lifting her eyes.
And then Bruce was striding towards her, closing the distance until he was able to hug his cousin, albeit by having to reach up to do so.
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