Wendi had given Jacob a communicator so he could get in touch with his friends a lot easier. Rex's general message had registered on it. He had been relatively nearby. Maybe he wasn't a superhero, but these were his friends. As the park comes in sight, he sees the older, but still familiar form of a winged woman with her neck snapped.
"NIC!" The normally gentle giant is angry, and not thinking as he runs toward his old firend's body.
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