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Aden went into a moment of shock as Strider sacrificed himself so the others could get away. He then regained himself, and acted fast by asking Cairan to take the wheel. He went to the back of the boat to make sure the motor was fine when he saw that the agents were chasing them on inflatable boats. So using all the energy he had he started building up a wave up to 50 feet. He then let it loose, adn it propelled them forward even faster while it should send the agents way back crashing into the canyon walls.

(('Kay.))

Ciaran didn't know why Aden had such a look in his eye. She didn't know any else than worry for Nick and attempting to figure out how to work the boat wheel. Concentrating, she felt a tug of plastic at her feet and handed one back to Aden, making a couple windbreakers to dull that splash of the water the boat was spraying. "Oh, you better be okay..."

John pulled away from Agent G for a second before they jumped down by the boat. He made sure that the man wasn't looking while he walked off a bit behind his back, claiming he had to take a whizz. Weighing one of his pistols in his hands, he watched the Ashford boy on the ground closely. "They're confident you won't get back up, you know that?" He muttered quietly to him, unsure if he was heard or not. "I don't believe them. You popped up twice for a reason. Whatever it was." He raised his blue eyes to stare upwards for a second, thinking and letting the wind ruffle his sweaty hair. Then he dug deeply into a pocket and pulled out a handful of bullets. Crouching down, he set the gun, the bullets, and the keys to his motorcycle, though at that he particularly was hesitant, by Nick's face. "I just hope I'm right..." John scuffed out a message in the dirt [First + under seat] before turning around and rejoining G to go down to the boat. "Oh thank god!" John gasped, he'd been scared outright at the giant wave that had been heading towards them.

((Oi! Stole mah dead body! scream ))

Up close, John could see that the two other ones were just as young as the first. A scared girl and another boy trying to be strong. He watched quietly, hanging onto the side of his and the agent's boat in case a wave sprung up again.

Ciaran started in her seat so much that she jammed the boat controls so that it came to a stop. She glanced back and saw the agent from the prison and the man from before. His tone was so convincing that she almost gave in. But the she remembered the circlet that had been placed on her head. She shook her head from side to side, letting one hand drop by her side out of sight. "Weren't you already serious?" she asked shakily. "Serious enough to try and kill us?"

((Lol, I know. I was trying to be funny. I'ma have to post tomorrow, bro getting angreh. XD ))

"You're paying for the bullets, then." John took his remaining pistol out, covering the other empty holster with his coat. Aiming carefully, he targeted the boat ahead of them and began to fire.

Ciaran jumped in her seat again but kept her hand on the wheel. A burning sensation formed in her other one and she wondered briefly why she didn't think of making a glove first. "Well, we sure can try!" She yelled back over her shoulder, twisting around so fast that she heard her back pop dully before she threw something out towards the chasing boat. "Aden, make us go faster!" She shouted again, this time only so that Aden could hear her.

John's first automatic reaction was to shoot it, and he did. Instantly the whit object shattered and the large pieces fell into the churning water. A white mist boiled up from where it touched the liquid, causing a thick white fog to form over him and G. "Huh? Was that just ice?" He muttered wonderingly, finding a small sliver on his pants leg.

Aden reacting to the order he started to waterbend making it like a speedy current that propelled the boat quickly. He looked up to see that the agents were not purusing them, and were fading from his vision.

"Not necessarily." G used his powers to lift the popped boat float out of the water and picked up some sticks from out of the water and made them into a water proof tent. Then he moved his hands up towards the canyon as he moved another hand towards the water. From the canyon some wood came and from the water came several fish. They were placed into neat piles near the tent. Then out of G's pocket he took a piece of paper and a bullet from his own gun. He used his powers to pop the actual metal slug out then placed the paper into the pile of wood. He used a pointed rock and popped the firing cap on the rest of the bullet and the ensuing spark lit the paper and in turn the wood. "There. Not too bad."

Nick awoke with a start. He was inside of an over hang in the canyon wall. He was about to get up when he noticed the bandages on his chest and that there was a large blood spot where his heart was. He was about to shoot up but he heard a voice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Nick looked around and saw a man sitting near a fire poking at it with a stick. "Who are you? Where am I?" Nick's heart began to hurt and he had to lay back down.

"I told you." The man was wear all green. It was sort of like a robe. He had white hair and green eyes. "I haven't used my name in some time, but you can call me Hermit. You came very close to death my friend. That bullet was placed directly next to your heart and caused some bruising. Your heart won't feel right for a few days, though your scar will never heal. As for where you are, your in my humble home. In a over hang half a mile from where you were shot."

"Well we should continue with the plan of going to Russia, and doing it as fast as we can." Aden said to Cairan.

((Man, I keep forgetting to post in this very often. *is sorry*))

"But...what about Nick?" Ciaran asked sadly, raising a hand over her chest unconsciously. "We can't just leave him there, those agents must have gotten him..." As much as she wanted to turn the boat back the other way, she couldn't. The two Confederates were somewhere behind them.

John snorted and took out his Colt from it's holster, setting it in his lap with the safety on. "Maybe it's not a failure to you, but it is for my record." He looked up at the stars slowly appearing in the sky above them. "I'm not 'special' like you. No offense." He avoided using the word "freak" mainly because when stranded on a sand bar at night with someone who had powers and you didn't...well, it wasn't the smartest thing do.