Kristogar Velo would find some way to show his respects for the fallen Johnny Omicron. It was doubtful that there'd be any sort of formal gathering, given the life that the deceased led. Although Kristogar noticed his passing, he wasn't particularly saddened by Omicron's death, outside of the fashion it came in. Johnny knew what he was risking every day he chose to live the life he did(he was damn good at it, too, it should be noted). Velo felt that his current team could be a little better at what they did if they held the same resolution.
Speaking of the team, they didn't ask Velo where he was going as he walked out the door. They'd learned he wouldn't tell them anyways. The truth, known only to Velo, was that there really wasn't a destination.
Even so, everyone on the team had better things to think about than what Velo was doing, and the veteran knew that. Danny had just led the way against a fifth dimensional being and another team of more savvy and just as powerful rivals. Who knows what any of the newbies--the new "Eurostar" included--thought. There was also a rush that came after being hired for and completing a mission.
Kristogar was used to the feeling, that tingling one gets when they’ve just finished a good day of fighting. He was almost buzzed by it, by being tired and energetic at the same time. Although he probably needed rest, Velo ignored his body’s suggestion. He needed to keep moving. He needed to think as well, and his new room in the fish factory didn't exactly lend itself kindly to either of these notions.
Kristogar fiddled a little with his thin armor, and began to fly. He started testing out his maneuverability in the moonlight for no reason other than he could. Velo called this "dead time" and he couldn't stand it. He always needed to be doing something. Some nights he'd fly halfway across the world to find something useful to accomplish. There was no desire for that here, Kristogar's body just couldn't take it.
Then, without explanation, a random memory surfaced in Velo's mind. A boy with a well-aimed toss of a pie right into his face. Velo chuckled, then outright laughed at the memory despite himself. The boy was the first neighbor to greet the weary traveling circus, and his family was as affected by the recent disaster as anyone. So Velo decided that he would find out what the family needed--food, clothing, new home, whatever--and supply it, as a thank you for the warm welcome. The night would not be so void of life after all.
