Alright...I'll post....
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Aeryn stepped warily into the research building, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up straight, and her eyes travelling now and then to the mutants that were battling on the street, fire cascading around them in shades of red, yellow and blue--the red and yellow giving off clouds of heavy, choking smoke, and the blue giving off such a heat that Aeryn felt a wave of almost unbearable warmth rush over her every time she looked their way.
Her camoflauge uniform and striped face out of place in her synthesized environment, she crept down a hall, following two other FBI agents, armed with semi-automatic rifles and practically bristling with weaponry.
Aeryn herself was no different, and despite her formidable powers, she carried a pistol hanging in its holder, a D2-9 semi-automatic in its sling by her side, an Arkansaw Toothpick in its sling over her shoulder and a knife made of Rysdorite thrust into her shoe.
Besides all the mechanical weaponry, Aeryn carried an even more valuable tool--all of her mental powers, so fine tuned that she could create invisible fences to contain the strongest and largest living thing, or a barrier strong enough to bring a speeding bullet train to a complete stop within 2 seconds, or do something so delicate as threading a needle or seperating iron shavings.
Her powers were so versitile that she could complete or mimic almost any mutants powers, including meteorkinetic, hydrokinetic, some photokinetic, cyrokinetic and many other abilities.
And yet, despite all of this wonderful power, she was lying face down on the ground, her heart pounding in her chest as she slid quickly along the ground in a desperate attempt to keep up with her comrades, who had absolutely no idea of the extent of her powers, or even their existance.
She found herself seperated from the group, and wound up in a room on the fourth floor, the other FBI back on the second.
She heard steps along the hallway, and she curled up in a ball and rolled behind a shelf of equipment, peeking through an orange mixture of chemicals that provided some concealment from detection.
Two people entered the room simultaniously, one from two of three arches that opened on the room, one of them carrying a remote control of some sort, and another a bulky package, wrapped in a brown paper.
The one almost ran into the other, colliding instead with a rack of test tubes. Chemicals sloshed out and made hissing sounds as they hit the ground, mingled with the sound of shattered glass.
"Watch what you're doing, man! You could have blown this place sky-high!" shouted the one carrying the package, putting out a hand to balance himself.
The first mutant picked himself out of the littered floor, glass crunching under his boots as he stepped carefully over to the other mutant, avoiding his eyes.
"Yer, well, sorry for that. I'll be more careful next time."
"Make sure that you don't bump the remote...."
"Yer, all right! Lay off!"
Aeryn ducked her head quickly behind a bench, creeping along the floor towards the door.
"Sure, sure. I'm leaving the package here, and you're supposed to guard it." The guy had a heavy British accent, and the other mutant was obviously Australian.
"What!? But--"
"Just do it. It's the orders, ye' know."
"All right, but--"
"Goodbye, Rye. I'm glad I'm not in your position...a martyr."
The second mutant stomped out, and Rye sat down with a huff and a sigh on a rickety stool, and Aeryn could hear her heart throbbing mercilessly as his frightened eyes roved over the large room, his hand never far from his pistol, and the electricity that buzzed around his fingertips betraying his nervous and deadly electrical powers.
How to get out? she thought, waiting for his eyes to swing the other way. She quickly projected a thought at him.
Something's happening outside the window...why don't I have a look?
Rye glanced out the window, and then stood and looked out.
Aeryn slipped further towards the door, keeping her eyes on Rye, who became uninterested, then bored, and made a move to turn around.
Frantically, Aeryn sent another thought, halfway there. Wait...something's happening...what's that over there?
She reached the door, and then turned to come face to face with the second mutant, who yelled in surprise, and dropped his hand towards his gun.
With a lightening fast punch to the gut, Aeryn's needle-sharp Arkansaw Toothpick slipped into her hand, and she drove it into his shoulder.
Screaming in pain and turning green, the second officer whipped around, reaching for her outstretched arm. As soon as his hand came into contact with her skin, Aeryn felt a wave of nausia wash over her, and she threw up all over his vest.
She wrenched her toothpick from his flesh, causing him to groan in agony. His eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed, unconscious as she slapped her pistol butt over his skull.
She held Rye in a frozen position while she accomplished this, without even thinking.
His electricity wreathed around him, breaking her hold, and he leapt for her, his eyes darting bolts of volts towards her, causing her to momentarily freeze.
She ducked his blast and caught it on her shoulders, flinging her bodily across the room as he went the other way, directed by the small telekinetic blast she used to flip him off his feet.
They regained their stance, rolling to their knees and eyeing each other for a second, before Rye dodged her bolt and flung a fist at her neck.
She blocked it easily and rammed him physically into the wall, holding him there as he sobbed angrily at his inability to accomplish anything.
She telekinetically lifted her hold on his limbs and knocked him out with a mental bolt to the head, overriding all of his systems with a 'shut down' command.
She glanced at the package and realized its use.
A bomb.
The time left--30 seconds.
She immediately lifted it, and smashing the window on the 4th floor, she hurtled out, hovoring on her powers as she threw the bomb a thousand meters into the air, where she hung it, as if on display.
She dropped to the ground in front of Jenn and Harper, who stared up at the sky and then ducked behind a brick wall, Jenn's arm shooting out to pluck Aeryn to safety as the bomb exploded--lethal shrapnel raining down on the wall, a few dull thuds and pitiful screams revealing the casualties, though most were sheltered by an invisible barrier that Aeryn instantly erected.
After the metallic pings had subsided, Jenn rose above the chaos, her wings illuminating the area as steam and smoke poured down Aeryn's lungs.
She gasped for breath and prayed ferverently that there were no more bombs in the building.
She looked out from her perch on the balcony of an apartment, her eyes taking in the frightening scene.
"Oh, God...." she murmered, her eyes shooting towards the research center.