The Junkyard, Monday Afternoon

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Cal had paint in his hair and damage on his ego as he sat in the junkyard. It was made clear that no powers were allowed in class anymore, but no one had said anything about regular ingenuity.

"I know you don't want to get painted, BD, but I need you with me next time," Cal said. "My pride is at stake."

BD-1 knew there were some other things at stake too, but he gave a resigned beep as Cal worked on his tech.

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