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Kenny stared at his computer screen. He was sat in the Freedom Pals headquarters, leaning back on his chair when he got the message.
from:Human Kite
To: FPHQ
Have you seen Shed??? He was supposed to meet me for patrol hour ago.
Huh. Toolshed wasn’t usually late for patrol, especially when it was with Kite.
from:FPHQ
to: Human Kite
Have you checked his locator? It should tell you where he is. -Mysterion
Maybe he’d just forgotten his shift tonight. He could also be blackout drunk somewhere in town, it wouldn’t surprise Kenny if he were honest. The hero Toolshed was an admirable person. Stan Marsh, the boy behind the mask, not so much.
From: Human Kite
I already followed it here but he’s nowhere to be seen. I found the locator under the old dock at Stark’s Pond.
Why would Stan have taken his locator out? None of this made sense.
”Hey Tweek,” he called, making the twitching blond jump,“take over monitoring the computer, I’m heading out.”
