"Right now I'm in favor of any help we can get," Alia says, "so long as things don't get so crowded we have people accidentally stepping on any of the pieces we're trying to find."
The licence plate is an older 1980's style plate. It's primarily blue, with CALIFORNIA across the top in smaller yellow letters. Beneath that, in larger letters, it says KARR. Blues glances to Doc Brown, eyes hidden behind his usual sunglasses, and nods slightly to indicate he saw Doc look at it too. "If that, or anything about black 1982 Pontiac Trans-Ams with unusual abilities seems familiar, keep in mind... the kid didn't deserve any of this. Self-preservation is the 'primary programming' of practically every living thing that exists." The sunglasses almost completely hide Blues' expression, and he's good at schooling the rest... but a very slight hint in his tone could indicate that he wouldn't mind getting his hands on the people responsible for this... somewhere nice and quiet and without inconvenient witnesses.
Tad's frowning too. He looks around for a stick or a pebble or something... finally finding a smoothed little twig of driftwood and carefully drawing the tip of it across the shattered glass. He can't feel any cracks in the vibrations of the driftwood. The glass feels unbroken, for all that it obviously isn't. The frown deepens as he tries to work this out.
None of the painted areas of metal seem damaged either. Unpainted areas are another matter. Signs of extreme heat and force, particularly regarding the bolts that would have held the side-mirror to rest of the vehicle - they've been shorn apart by the stress.
Meanwhile Eddie's heading that way to see what's distracted Tad. Once there, he glances over the piece the children are examining. It's tempting to blurt out his findings, but... first things first. "Tad?"
"The glass is broken, but not on the surface. There's something on the glass holding it all together. Maybe on all of it, because the paint... it's not even scratched. But I don't think they put it on the bolts..."
"Some sort of spray-on coating, applied after the vehicle was assembled," Eddie confirms with an approving nod. "Very interesting. Also this can't be the site of the initial explosion. The scatter pattern is wrong for that. You'll have to hope all the pieces have washed up." He says to Alia, having identified her as likely to be one of the medics due to her lab coat.
"Or at least arrived in the Nexus," Alia says. "We have some searching underwater as well."
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The licence plate is an older 1980's style plate. It's primarily blue, with CALIFORNIA across the top in smaller yellow letters. Beneath that, in larger letters, it says KARR. Blues glances to Doc Brown, eyes hidden behind his usual sunglasses, and nods slightly to indicate he saw Doc look at it too. "If that, or anything about black 1982 Pontiac Trans-Ams with unusual abilities seems familiar, keep in mind... the kid didn't deserve any of this. Self-preservation is the 'primary programming' of practically every living thing that exists." The sunglasses almost completely hide Blues' expression, and he's good at schooling the rest... but a very slight hint in his tone could indicate that he wouldn't mind getting his hands on the people responsible for this... somewhere nice and quiet and without inconvenient witnesses.
Tad's frowning too. He looks around for a stick or a pebble or something... finally finding a smoothed little twig of driftwood and carefully drawing the tip of it across the shattered glass. He can't feel any cracks in the vibrations of the driftwood. The glass feels unbroken, for all that it obviously isn't. The frown deepens as he tries to work this out.
None of the painted areas of metal seem damaged either. Unpainted areas are another matter. Signs of extreme heat and force, particularly regarding the bolts that would have held the side-mirror to rest of the vehicle - they've been shorn apart by the stress.
Meanwhile Eddie's heading that way to see what's distracted Tad. Once there, he glances over the piece the children are examining. It's tempting to blurt out his findings, but... first things first. "Tad?"
"The glass is broken, but not on the surface. There's something on the glass holding it all together. Maybe on all of it, because the paint... it's not even scratched. But I don't think they put it on the bolts..."
"Some sort of spray-on coating, applied after the vehicle was assembled," Eddie confirms with an approving nod. "Very interesting. Also this can't be the site of the initial explosion. The scatter pattern is wrong for that. You'll have to hope all the pieces have washed up." He says to Alia, having identified her as likely to be one of the medics due to her lab coat.
"Or at least arrived in the Nexus," Alia says. "We have some searching underwater as well."