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Damien's sharp eyes caught some action over by the bar, and the man couldn't help but wander over there. Damien weaved his way through the growingly obnoxious audience. He then noticed that it was Cael, one of the 'special' kids he had met. Damien wasn't sure if he should continue approaching, he didn't want to freak the kid out, but this was just getting too interesting.

James Cross stared at the girl with the glasses for a moment and then looked at the boy who had had the glass explode in front of him. James didn't know how to ask the boy what had happened. The glass had seemed to just explode in front of him, but the boy had been staring at the glass, muttering something to himself before it had. This didn't make any sense. How was the possible? Then James thought of what had happened to him a couple days ago; how he had been given "special abilities" by Mister Wyong and Spaldwin. He did not believe that he truly had been given any powers anyway. In the past couple of days he saw no change in himself or any peculiar change inside of him. But how could James explain what he had just seen without thinking supernaturally.

Then something else popped into James's mind. What if he hadn't been the only one given powers? What if Spaldwin and Mister Wyong had given other people powers as well? Was this boy a product of Mister Wyong? There was just one problem: James wasn't allowed to discuss with others about what had happened deep in that undersea lair, or else he would put whomever he told in grave danger. He had to get this boy alone and safely talk with him.

"Actually..." James started quickly, answering the girl with the glasses question. "I wanted to know if I could talk with this young gentleman quickly. Nothing big..." James thought for a moment and then quickly produced his (well... Laura's) badge. "Official business. Won't take long at all."

"Official business, eh?" Danielle looked at the badge, looked up at the man, then looked back to the badge. "Well, I'll just leave you to your business, then."

Danielle jumped off her stool and took a few steps beyond the bar before whipping out her PDA. In moments, she pulled up the website for the local police and searched for "Laura Listerine." With one more glance at the man, she shook her head and pressed a speed dial.

"Username 'The Show.' Suspicious character by bar, authorize program: 'Jenkins.' The man is not to leave here with the boy. Stand by for further instruction."

In a hidden corner of the PU, a pair of green eyes flickered to life.

Tehra's teal eyes kept darting around the club, she felt like there was someone here she knew, she had that intuitive feeling one gets when they are being watched or are around someone they know. Tehra couldn't place it however, she didn't see Alma in the room- besides, that girl didn't seem like this place was her type. Alma seemed to prefer being secluded. Tehra was trying to figure out why she had that feeling, but with a sigh she couldn't say, and took another sip of her hyped up drink. The buzz was taking effect quickly, something the tired teed was most definately thankful for.

Damien kept glancing over to where Tehra was. Which wasn't all that difficult, considering her curly pink hair stuck out like a sore thumb. Her eyes were darting around constantly. He didn't like that. It meant he had to keep being moved by the pulsing crowd. Damien really didn't want to explain his purpose at a club filled with people. It simply wasn't conducive to secret keeping.

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A hawk circled high above the Pacific Unity Nightclub. He was a gorgeous bird, red-tailed, with a wing-span of 22 inches. He flew as all hawks typically would, his wings curved into a dihedral. He flew gracefully, circling as if hunting.

This hawk was not drawn to the events at the Pacific Unity, though. He was interested in something else. Particularly, the police cruiser that had pulled up and yielded one James Cross.

Two very important facts should be known before continuing. The first is that this hawk was not by any means a real hawk. The second is that this hawk knew James Cross was supposed to be dead. He knew because he’d ordered it.

Obviously it had not worked that way.

The hawk flew as though undisturbed for just a couple of seconds longer. It was the night, and he drew no attention. “Kree-eee-ar!” He screeched and broke his pattern. He flew the stretch of Delmor all the way to Old Salty’s Cove. After a careful circle around the cove, the hawk knew there was nobody there to disturb him.

He angled himself downwards, beak first, and dove, 125 miles per hour towards the chosen location.

The man talking to Cael seemed almost scared, which was scary in itself considering his size. It was hard to tell whether the expression on James Cross' face was anger or annoyance, maybe both.

Cael was mentally kicking himself for causing such a ruckus. He should have never drawn attention to himself in public, he knew better. He didn't like the tone in James Cross' voice either; Cael had never been one to submit to a threat. The "cop" wasn't going to arrest him or he would have by now but Cael could tell he wasn't going to leave him alone either. He had to think of a plan and fast.

Cael looked around trying to find some place he could feel safe with a cop. Realizing there wasn't anywhere that fit that scenario, but not wanting to stay in the open, he settled for second best when he saw the men's room right next to the bar. Cael took a napkin and sketched the stage-1 water circle on it before he hopped off his stool and walked over to the door. Cael kicked it open and stepped inside calling out the occupants with the deepest voice and all the command he could muster, "Alright, Reefers, everybody out!" Four freshmen emerged from the stalls and rushed past Cael into the crowd for cover. He surveyed the room and decided that this would work. If anything went wrong he could make the sinks explode, it would at least stun the man. He turned back to James Cross, "You coming or what?"

Cael tried channeling his fear into corage. He hoped that somewhere a girl would pick up a guitar and sing a song to calm him down.

"I might be busy now," Danielle muttered, for from the moment Kailey bumped into her, her PDA began shrieking. She fiddled with it for a moment, stopped and stared, then pocketed the device.

"Look, I know your type. You're all bubbly and excited about my job at first, but then it turns out you're really just trying to get to my brother. I don't like being used. If you want to talk, let's talk about you." Danielle leaned in closely, "Like the fact that you have a rare genetic marker that makes you a likely candidate for certain 'abilities.' Do you know what I'm talking about, Miss...?"