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Her time with FERNANDO SILPH having come to an end, Nomi breathed out a sigh of relief, weary from the battle of wits she'd just engaged in. Keen on relaxing during the rest of her time at the carnival, Nomi eagerly looked around for parker jones, who she knew was lurking about somewhere, waiting for Nomi's "date" with the councilman to end, but her eyes found a different familiar face instead.[break][break]
She froze, trying to figure out how she knew the blond man idling by a group of kids playing a Dugtrio-Ring-Toss game, their wild giggles a stark contrast to the intensity of the man's expression. Nomi watched him, somewhat rattled by a profound sense of deja-vu, his name on the tip of her tongue.[break][break]
And then it hit her: the man was Gunner Graves, her professor, GIDEON GRAVES's, younger brother. The man who had been at her brewery with Summer Atreides last winter, on a date.[break][break]
And, she realized with a jolt of recollection, a League special agent.[break][break]
Pulling out her phone, Nomi quickly texted Parker.[break][break]
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Why? She could just walk away, share cotton candy with Parker, have some fun and then go home. But she had a weird feeling about Gunner...like he was someone she ought to say hi to. Like they were friends or something, except, that wasn't true at all - if anything, his affair with Summer might have already put Nomi, and other Rockets, at risk. She'd been meaning to check back in on that particular internal investigation, but things had been rather hectic since the conflict at the Ancient Tomb.[break][break]
This man was problematic and dangerous: if she were smart, she'd avoid him at all costs.[break][break]
"Hey, um, Gunner right?" Nomi inquired pleasantly, approaching him despite her better judgement.

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