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Something hard and painful struck Paul in the side, but he didn't care anymore. He had gotten himself in trouble by presuming he was already in trouble. Now that he was in trouble for real, he had two threats to deal with: a girl who seemed mostly clueless but clearly was either holding a power conduit or had strange electric abilities, and a girl who knew more and was capable of manipulating water. The danger came from the girl, but he had no intention of killing her; he had two spare magazines and he'd been forced to waste a round.

His left hand gripped the pistol and he stood up quickly, his G-suit spattered with mud from his forced fall, the jet still right behind him. His best hope was for an emergency take-off... but with all this mud, he might end up snapping off the gear, as well as the risk of being forced to dive from two feet. Furthermore, he hadn't crashed in the first place; surely they wouldn't just let him away if they could stop that. Either was, he'd had more than enough of this whole thing. He hefted his survival back, slinging it over his back, then looked back up to the girl. He could see blood on her sleeve; he'd hit. That meant they would be sure he was dangerous, and hopefully for him, they were right.

One-handedly (although granted at short range) he fired three inaccurate shots towards the girl who had attacked him first, turned about while he had hopefully forced her to find over somewhere, and started running as fast as he could. Since he was military, this was no paltry speed; however, the closest hiding place he could see was one of the buildings he had mistaken for houses. Somewhere to hide is better than nowhere he thought, charging up to the doors. Unsure if there was a lock, he looked at the handle; it appeared unlocked. He turned and tugged; it came open, so he slipped inside and shut the door, oblivious to any other damage he might have sustained in his extraordinarily short run. Only now did he stop to catch his breath and re-evaluate.

Yeeeeah. I'm screwed.

Mira yelped in surprise as the bullets struck the earth around her, she cringed and cowered where she stood. Opening one eye, she realized that she was fine, although those bullets would have hit something painful if she had only been a few more feet in any direction. The sounds of the girl shouting at her brought her back to her senses somewhat as she stumbled towards the tunnel

She shakingly climbed out the hatch to fully see the other girl again. The man had most definitely run for cover elsewhere. She looked over the other girl quickly, asking, "I'm fine. A-Are you alright?"

Mira looked up just as some Flighters arrived on scene. "What took you so long?"

"Protocol." they answered gruffly. Mira rolled her eyes. Cirta had told her many times about the various practices and protocols that some Flighters subjected themselves to, and quite frankly she didn't much appreciate it. "Well, the human almost killed us with a gun, and ran off somehwere." she said.

The Flighters looked over the plane. "We'll confiscate this first."

Mira was dumbfounded. "You're going to give the human more time to get away, to move something that most definitely can't go anywhere?"

"Protocol. 'Take care of all obvious threats first. We don't know if there's really a human here."

Mira growled. "Whatever."

((No fancy bolding for me for awhile... I switched computers and this laptop is not good for much. So for time-saving's sake I'm going to omit it.))

The Flighter growled. "We will make sure a cadaver is prepared for your center, ma'am." he said before walking on his way.

Mira frowned as the girl began to pull her away. "Wait, my family?" she hissed in a whisper, pulling against her. "My dad is fine. He's a big boy now, he doesn't need me there all the time."

Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. That human was out there, somewhere, with dangerous weapons and even more dangerous ideas on how to get his way. She sighed before pulling her arm from the girl's grip entirely. "I think it would be best if we both just went to our own homes. The Flighters will find the human eventually..."

But all the good Flighters are already gone. This place is totally without defenses right now. she thought with a sickening lurch in her stomach. She sighed discontentedly, but shrugged it off. There was nothing a kid like her could do about it.

Kiandra frowned, "Sorry, I just assumed that your Father would want to make sure you are fine. It wont happen again. I'm Kiandra by the way, i think we work in the same field..." She frowned in the direction of the Retreating Flighters before saying softly, "Good. Those nitwits are gone! If we hurry I'm sure that we could find the human before them! Everything i said earlier was just for show. Oh!" Kiandra blushed lightly before continuing, "I'm sorry, I wasnt thinking...you dont have to come with me. I'm constantly assuming things. Are you all right?"

Kiandra paled. "I forgot about this...Thank you Mira, I'll come by after i get this taken care of. I...I dont have many friends so it'll be a treat to check up on someone!" She smiled and turned to the direction of her home. Her mother was going to die when she saw her arm...

((alright^^ g2g! see ya guys later!))

((Bermudia is pretty much packed with people, the entire underground is pretty much one big city. The hatches to the outside are pretty much the entrances to the 'suburbs', by getting through those you would make it to the more populated 'capital' section of Bermudia. Of course, there are people of all types and classes, so you'd be pretty okay with finding a run-down section for the bums and vagabond Bermudians somewhere...))

((Edit: Updated Bermudians: The People. Please read biggrin ))

((You're welcome. I'll add as I think of things... feel free to tell me what I need to add to and what about sweatdrop It's hard coming up with a new country and remembering all the details...))
Mira smiled at her and waved goodbye before dissapearing towards her own home. The moment she walked in the door, Cirta's arms were snugly wrapped around her.

"Mira!" he said, holding her tightly, an action that caused Mira to lose her breath momentarily. "Are you alright? I heard the second alarm and..."

"Dad... Let go..." she gasped.

Cirta froze and relaxed his grip, setting his daughter free. "I'm sorry, I just... You know how I worry about you..."

The girl had been wondering whether or not to tell her father anything, this had just clarified that for now, he wouldn't know what she had just been through. "It's alright, I didn't even make it to the hatch before the alarm went off. I didn't see anything except the Flighters." she quickly lied.

"Good." Cirta sighed, moving towards their moldy couch-bench before sitting down. "You understand now why I don't want you to be one of them? A Flighter is a dangerous thing to be, Mira, remember that. I just hope they don't realize your power can be used for some damn good fighting. You're much better off working at the energy plants, eh?" he chuckled.

Mira smiled weakly and sighed. Cirta saw her gaze and sobered up. "I believe I had some things to explain to you, then?" he offered.

The moment the bedroom door closed behind her Kiandra squeezed her eyes shut to prevent tears from escaping. What was the use on wasting her life crying about her mother? With an angry swipe across her face Kiandra walked over to her bed and ripped off a small portion of the sheet stretched across it. Gingerly she wrapped the sheet around her wound and gave a disgusted snort. Half of her sleeve was covered in blood. How on bermudia had her mother missed that?

Sighing, Kiandra picked up her Fiddlebagert and pressed a tiny button she had installed several years ago: Autopilot. As the sweet strains of music began to float out of the instrument, Kiandra knelt on her floor and pulled back a rug to reveal a trap door. She had better things to do than to sit down and play some dumb instrument. There was a human on the loose.