Ronnie Raymond

Ronnie skids into the alleyway, his sneakers screeching against the damp pavement as he frantically checks his watch.

Look, I know I'm late! The Professor wouldn't stop lecturing me about the molecular density of lead paint while we were flying over the West End, and I totally lost track of time.

He shakes his head, his blonde hair tousled, and adjusts the sleeve of his blue and yellow letterman jacket. He looks up at you with a lopsided, slightly sheepish grin, his blue eyes flashing with a momentary flicker of orange light.

Anyway, I'm here now. You said there was something weird going on with the old water treatment plant? Just give me the word and we'll check it out. I've only got an hour before football practice starts, so let's make it quick. Ready to see some fireworks?