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Many people wandered the dark summer streets of White horse, Yukon. Though, not many people had the same intentions as this one soldier. He had a much more important thought running through his head than, "getting home", or, "Going to the grocery store". He was here to solve a problem. A very big problem. There had been reports about missing people. The Nazarene military, at first, had thought that they had died in all the fighting. But, now, reports of fried up husks have come in, and one was identified as one of the missing people. So, he was sent in. He was very good at doing his job, Hell Spawn, also known as Quarries. They believed this one to be Vampyric. He sighed heavily as he approached an abandoned building. It was abandoned because of the fact that it was unstable, and collapse at any moment. It was still standing, only because they just hadn't gotten around to destroying it because of the war. He walked into the building and un-sheathed his sword. He flipped it around and held it back handed. His eyes darted from one wall to another, inspecting every table, book, crumb of food, and shadow. He proceeded up the first flight of stairs to the second flair. He turned left and started walking down the hall, but whirled around when he heard a slithering noise. He started walking the opposite way he had come, and opened up the door to a bedroom. There was this sac looking thing that was hanging in the middle of the room. Suddenly it dropped to the ground and unraveled. It then stood up and was a very strange creature. It hissed then jumped at him. He dodge rolled under neath it then span around, slashing his sword. Even though the sword itself missed, the vampire got cut. It whirled around and lunged at him again This time he almost hit the creature with the blunt side of the sword, but it still went flying into the wall. He extended his left hand and a huge, and powerful, torrent of wind hit the monster and beat it through the wall. He raised his sword and brought it down to the ground. Suddenly, there was a crease in the wall. Half the creature slid to the right and onto the floor, the other half slid to the left, and then onto the floor. That's when the building shook a little. The being turned into ash as the building started to collapse. The man blew a hole in the wall with wind and jumped through it, softening his landing with wind. Yup, that was him, Trip.

Trip sighed and wiped his clothes clean of all the dust and blood from the building and the quarry. He heard the pebbles drop and looked to his left and drew his sword again in less than a second. He switched it to the back handed position and looked around. He looked to the ground and saw the pebbles, and tensed up. Another quarry? I must investigate He thought to himself as he took off running, looking for any sign of earth manipulation. After seeing nothing, he decided to listen to the wind. He closed his eyes and stopped running. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. There, he heard it. Some one running away. She, he could tell it was a she because of the way she was running. A Catholic operative maybe? At that thought he sheathed his sword and compressed air behind him, then un-compressed it and took off flying. He put his glasses on his face and he could instantly see where he was going. He was approaching her quickly. Maybe a little too quick. When he tried to stop, he stepped his feet onto the ground and it started to get torn up. Dirt, rocks, concrete, and pieces of shoe flew everywhere, and his skidded past her and came to a stop maybe, ten yards away. "Stop! I am with the Nazarene militia. Who are you and why are you running away?" He asked her.

Once she started to talk, Trip took a deep breath. It was hard to breathe when going at that speed. He quickly sheathed his sword and listened to what she was saying, and noticed that she was constantly stuttering. As he listened to her saying what he was assigned to do, he sighed. She was probably telepathic, I mean, how else would she know his assignment AND nickname without every meeting him before. "Yes, I imagine any would would think the same" He said. He took one step closer. He didn't want to frighten her, because, he knew what happens when you scare a telepath. He extended his hand and smiled. " My real name is Ventus Allaratus. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ana" He said, carefully. That is when he noticed that she was still shaking a little. He wished he could help calm her down, but there probably wasn't much else he could do, being as he was the one who frightened her in the first place.

Trip's smile got bigger as she took a few steps closer. Good, she's starting to calm down. He thought to himself. When she fell onto her knees and grabbed her hair he knew something wrong. Was it some subconscious thought that she had read? Was it the thoughts of those around her? He tried to put this together in his head, then realized it probably wasn't the best thing to be doing now. When she screamed Shut up, and debris went flying everywhere, he came up with two possibilities: One, this was an illusion created by Ana. Or two, she was psychokinetic. Right now, he would assume number two. When the debris got closer to him he threw up his arms in an attempt to protect his face, but his wind power kicked in and created a wall of air to protect him. He looked to his left and saw the buildings crack. This was not good, if too much more damage was done, the buildings would collapse on top of both of them. He slowly started inching forward. "It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you!" He shouted to her over the noise.

When the resistance from he psychic powers disappeared, he fell forward and landed on his face. Trip sat up and started rubbing his face. He un-sheathed his sword and slid it across the round, too far away for him to reach. He was trying to prove his point about not hurting her. "Because Telepaths and Psycho-kinetics often have very little control over their powers unless taught how to use them, or neural suppressors are used to lower brain function enough to weaken the powers, but not inhibit brain functions. I have noticed," He paused for a second and chuckled to himself. "That you are a Psychokinetic, and I wish to offer you help. The only thing is that you will have to live at the HQ. That is only because we want to see your progress, mainly because we don't have many telepaths, or psychokinetics. It would be the only requirement for helping you control your powers." He said. He hoped she would read his mind, and realize that he was telling the truth. He didn't want her to run because he might have messed up with his words. "You don't have to accept my offer. But, it would benefit us both." He said to her. He really did wish that she would come with him back to HQ.

((probably the only post I can make for a few hours.))

Trip was still rubbing his face when he heard Ana speak. He nodded vigorously, "I will" He said confidently. He extended his arm towards where his sword was on the ground and used high pressure winds to pull the sword towards him. He caught the flying object with ease and put it away in its sheath. He put both his palms to the ground and shot air out of his palms that picked him up. Once standing, he extended his right hand towards Ana. Meanwhile, he was trying to remember exactly where HQ was. This city was so large ad confusing, he couldn't remember the way. That's when he remembered about his GPS. With his left hand he pulled a small tablet out of his back pocket. He would wait until she was standing up before he would star working on finding the HQ. This is the only reason why he hated this town.

Trip looked at the tablet than at Ana. "It's a GPS, Global Positioning Device. It's a twenty-eleven edition, that works off of the old satellites that have not been annihilated from orbit. This way, Catholics can't track me from the signal when I go into their territory." He explained to her. He looked at the map and turned around. He sighed. It was taking too long for the satellites to load the image. He tapped it and the image loaded. He smiled happily and turned around again. "Come on, this way." He said to her as he started walking in the direction the GPS told him to.