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Nymeria looked very frazzled. "Don't they program robots with the important information anymore? Honestly." She pulled out a PDA and held it up to him. "I got the basic informational programming for robots right here."

He nodded and looked over to Ruth.Empty your pockets."He said.He just needed to make sure she didn't have a I.D card, if she did it meant she was an agent if she didn't she wasn't.

Ruth emptied out her pockets. There wasn't much in there. Her knives, a few bits of food, a few coins, a used bus ticket and a bent paperclip.
"I'm not an Agent. I'm like you. You don't need to do all this. Anyway, Agent's don't tend to be the mangy mutt type." she indicated to the dog, who was rolling around on the floor with a piece of gristle.
"Aren't any of you mindreaders? It would save a lot of time if you just let them check me. I'm on the run from the police. I'm guilty of theft, assault, theft, burglary, stealing, and murder. Which wasn't me. I'm saving my energy to kill Agents. Do you want my autobiography or will my criminal record suffice?"
The huge woman scrutinised her for a moment.
"I'm no expert but I'd say she's clean. My name is Archer Spry. Good day to you. Look after the mutt."
She "shrank" down to her normal form, and began to walk towards her training room. It wasn't really hers, but she had found some old mattresses and from that she'd made a load of punch bags. She waited till she was sure no-one had followed her, then shut the door and began to read a book. She had stolen it from a surface classroom and hidden it behind a punchbag. She smiled. Archer Spry, tough girl, terrifying. Bookworm.

Ana rolled her eyes. It took forever for them to confirm that Ruth was not an agent. She knew from the start. A small smile crept to her face. She still didn't say anything.

Ana shrugged her shoulders. "I thought the obvious lack of my tension would be enough indicator Retto? Do you think I would look five years old, if I were threatened?"

Desruc caught a brief flash of something out of the corner of his eye as he walked and stopped in his tracks, turning slightly to stare through a store window.
"Nevermind. Again."
He murmured, mesmerised as he opened the shop door, a bell tinkling as he stepped into the dark shop. The gifted was practically drooling as his eyes traveled over the various electronics in the pawn shop he had entered, mostly old gaming devices. A treasure trove for someone with a gift such as his. Old electronics, long considered doomed by their previous owners, were easily fixed and became a gold mine.
"How much for this?"

Pointing to an old N64, Desruc's golden eyes shone as his hand already dug in his pocket for his wallet, though they looked slightly surprised a moment later as the shopkeep, who had shuffled over to help him, held a gun to his head. Going cross-eyed to see the barrel, the gifted blinked as the man gave a grin, the wrinkles in his face deepening.
"Yer one of those 'gifted' fellas, ain'tcha? I could get a pretty penny fer you."
The gifted sighed, annoyed.
"Wow, everyone's out to get me today."
Inching his hand to his waistband, he drew his dagger as he kneed the man, who promptly dropped his gun and keeled over, clutching at his groin. Desruc left the shop swiftly and ran as the man stumbled into the street, screeching 'gifted, gifted!'. Most ignored the man, but gave strange looks as the gifted boy ran by.

Dashing down an alley, he came out on a fairly empty street, and looked for a hiding place. A vague thought formed in his mind, and he made a face, but he soon found himself in the sewers, by way of using a crowbar (which he got by persuading a car) to pry up a manhole cover. Stepping down a couple rungs, he slid the lid shut and wend down a little further, landing on the small ledge next to the river of...whatever.
"Now what?"
He asked the darkness quietly, waiting for his eyes to adjust.

Elwood chuckled. "If we want to talk about nature, I have a feeling that we all our warning signs."