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It had been way too long since Jack had returned home to California. L.A. wasn't his scene, but it was close enough to the beach that just maybe he could get some surfing in while visiting. He needed to take his mind off of things, needed a bit of a refresh after his most recent adventure (and running into his old flame, Elsa), and what better way than to maybe touch base with ones roots?
A little birdy (Blade. Ok, so, not so little) had mentioned that Satana had taken up residence in the city. When in Rome, right? Jack decided to pay his old friend a visit, hoping them showing up unannounced wouldn't be too much of a bother...he never knew if Hellstrom was up to something witchy when he tended to pop in randomly. He'd stood outside of her penthouse, shrugging as he lifted a hand and rang the buzzer.
Here goes nothing.













