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The waiter had brought the drinks, and Annie poured the bottled mineral water into her glass and took a small sip. She had quieted, understanding that Mr. Charles Ray was not going to answer her many questions without cryptic answers. Tansy seemed to be thinking, and regardless of Annie's views on the matter (which she had voiced), it was Tansy's decision in regards to this.

She lowered her brown eyes and frowning wondered how much Charles Ray did know about them. Did he happen to know about the other's powers too. She clenched her fist, as she could feel her emotions and worry spiraling through her, if she wasn't careful things would turn... acidic. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath trying to keep herself calm in control.

The waiters bring out several wheeled carts with covered plates and begin dividing them amongst the teens. Charles smiles at Tansy's question, "That is the real trick isn't it? Discovering how you were able to come back to life. That is, if you were even dead to begin with. I have a number of theories. My recent push into the developement of nano-technology have made some great discoveries. If it were possible to cultivate the part of your genome that gave you your gift, the same genome that has awaked in others who have come into contact with the meteors, it may be possible to copy that ability. People could have the choice to give your gift to their passed loved ones. As Ms. Soulsmith so aptly stated earlier, some consider death to be tied to fate. So they may choose not to do anything. That is their prerogative." He takes a sip of his wine and swallows, savoring the taste of it. "Of course It may not even work. It might be impossible to replicate your gift. All I am asking for Ms. Hinzard is a chance to see if we can make it happen."

Charles puts his hands up in a manner asking Annie to calm down, "Please Ms. Soulsmith, there is no need for a spit take. I was merely making an observation. You see, I believe that the meteors have triggered a mutation in those who came in contact with them. They are now in the next stage of human evolution. Telepathy, flight, enhanced strength, the ability to walk through walls; these are just a few of the abilities I've learned of. In Ms. Hinzard's case she returned from the dead and grew wings. The superintendant of the apartment building informs me that the young Ms. Morris can assemble an air conditioning unit from scrap materials. I'm certain even you, the gentleman with us, and the gentleman back at the penthouse possess extraordinary powers. But I digress, the offer I am presenting now is for Ms. Hinzard."

He looks to Tansy with sincere eyes, "What do you think so far? Is this something you are willing to be a part of?"

Gidget swallows the chicken in her mouth and asks Tansy, "Isn't this awesome Tansy? What could be wrong with giving people a second chance at life?"

Charles looks to Tansy with concern, "Are you alright Ms. Hinzard? You are looking a bit green around the gills." He glances around to the others. He suspects that it's just a matter of moments before he can be done with this charade.

((I'm back, sorry for the absence. Should I just jump back in? I didn't see much saying Ako wasn't there.)) XD

Tansy moaned softly as she turned to see Gidget fall. She tried to gasp, but she felt so tried. She turned and reached for her glass of water and then paused. Of course. She looked to Charles and her eyes narrowed. She knew what had happened. He had put something in their food. She fought against her eyes trying to close. "H-how dare you." She whispered under her breath.

Ako could feel his thoughts slow, his limbs grow heavier. He moved to help Gidget, but only managed to get out of his chair and fall to his knees. "Gidge, Tans, wha?" He struggled with all his will to stay up and awake, but his thoughts swam. The water, the food? Something in them? Why? Him. He turned to face Charles, the motion seeming to take hours.
His hand went to retrieve his knife from a pocket inside his jacket, but his fingers only stumbled numbly over the handle. He was supposed to be the tough one, the biggest one of the group, yet here he was, on his knees, nearly helpless.
The anger he prided himself on controlling welled up inside, and he could feel an electrical spark between his fingers and the metal handle of his knife. His fingers found new strength and gripped the handle tightly, but he still couldn't bring himself to his feet.

Annie set the glass on the table her face white, "Leave her alone. I... I'll answer any of your questions if you just leave her alone." Still standing, her brown eyes were narrowed at him, "You are correct, the sedative does not affect me... all poisons do not. And yes, it is acid in my glass- hydrochloric acid to be technical."

She bit her lip, "Please leave her alone. She's only a kid." Sitting down Annie asked through clenched teeth, "What do you want from us?"