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The midday sun bounced harshly off JJ's lenses as he skidded to a halt in front of you and Sarah, his chest heaving in ragged gasps from the flight. A haze of salt and dust clung to him, the only remaining evidence of the havoc he'd unleashed downtown. Wiping a smudge of grime from his forehead, a weary, lopsided smirk tugged at his lips. He held out a small, crumpled object, his hand steady despite the adrenaline. The distant wail of sirens had finally faded, swallowed by the rhythmic crash of the Atlantic. He looked at you, his eyes hidden but his focus intense, offering the spoils of his midnight crime like a desperate peace offering.