"Just a young gun with a quick fuse
I was uptight, wanna let loose
I was dreaming of bigger things
And wanna leave my old life behind
Not a yes-sir, not a follower
Fit the box, fit the mold
Have a seat in the foyer, take a number
I was lightning bef...
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After walking through the desert for just about seven hours, Freya reaches Puente Antiguo, a small town that she is lucky enough to stumble across. She sees a few people walking down the street due to the fact that most of their late night shifts at work are just about to begin. The Asgardian warrior takes notice of the clothes the Midgardians wear compared to the armor that she currently has on. Freya spots an older man approaching his truck. The dark haired Asgardian smiles as a plan to help blend in among the Midgardians strikes in her head. Freya walks over to the man and puts on a charming smile before greeting him, "Good evening, sir. I seem to be in need of assistance. Do you think you could help me out?"
The older man turns to the woman with the intention of telling her off, "Look lady, I..." The man's words halt on his tongue as his eyes meet Freya's. He gawks at her beauty, not even caring that she is wearing armor and that she has a sword attached to her hip. He speaks to her with a dazed look upon his face, "I will give you anything your heart desires."
A bright smile spreads across Freya's face as she asks him, "Do you think you could find me some clothes that the people in this Realm wear?"
Not even acknowledging the odd phrasing of the dark haired beauty's sentence, the man nods and turns to his truck as he answers her, "Lucky for you, I've got some spare clothes in my truck." He pulls out a pile of clothes which include jeans, a dark grey shirt, and a pair of sneakers. He hands the articles of clothing over to the Asgardian, who takes the clothes from him as he says, "These belong to my daughter. She likes to keep an extra set of clothes in my truck for emergencies. She always says that you never know when you might need an extra outfit."
Freya holds onto the pile of clothes before she asks the man, who stares lovingly at her, "Have you seen a tall man with long blonde hair around here recently? He is new to town and I'm a friend of his. I'm trying to find him."
The man furrows his brows and thinks about it for a moment before he informs the warrior, "He was at the diner earlier today."
Freya takes a step closer to him and asks, "Where is he now?"
The man shakes his head before he responds, "I'm not sure." Freya deflates at his answer but perks up once more when he adds, "But I saw him talking with three scientists. They might know where your friend is."
The dark haired warrior nods her head and asks the man with determination, "Can you tell me where to find these scientists?"
The older man turns over his shoulder and points to a building further in town, "Their lab is right there. That is where you will find the scientists."
Freya smiles and puts a hand on the man's shoulder as she thanks him, "Thank you very much for your kindness and your help."
The Asgardian warrior walks away from the man, who watches her leave as he calls out to her, "I will always be around to help. Just call my name and I will appear to you. I will serve you and worship you until I take my last breath and apart from this Earth. I love you." Freya lets out a heavy sigh as she walks away. When the dark haired warrior is out of sight, the man furrows his brows and looks around in confusion as he asks himself, "What the hell just happened?"
