[h1][center][color=007236]Eric Miller[/color][/center][/h1]

The last few hours were a blur, and a bit crazy. When Eric got back to his shed of a home he threw the rifle onto the bed and started locking the door behind him. After catching HS breath he looked at the rifle. If people were after him that rile held only one bullet in it. He had a shotgun though, his uncle's old twelve gauge. Eric ran for the bed where he lifted the mattress and pushed it off the bed, then removed a couple pieces of plywood from the frame reveling the shotgun, a .22 rifle, and a collection of ammo and other supplies. Eric had been a bit paranoid from a young age, after gaining his abilities he prepared even more, started buying ammo with his savings and other really cheap survival supplies. Most of which would only have a lifespan of a few months when he started using them, maybe weeks depending on a few factors.

He grabbed the shotgun and placed it on his desk, the grabbed a box of shotgun shells. After he had his gun and some ammo for it he returned the rifle to it's spot under the bed, and put it back together before loading his gun. Almost as soon as he finished he heard the noises again, thoughts. People were close, at least one but it couldn't be much more then that. Eric crept his way to the window in his home and saw the sheriff's car rolling up. Were they on it now? Eric wanted to run, but his place only have the one door, two if you counted the fact that his front wall was a door. But the actual door was apart of it still.

With the shotgun in one hand hidden from view as he opened the door casually trying to keep focused. Part of him was wondering if he was hearing his own thoughts but as far as he could tell these two officers had little intentions on hurting him. Eric calmly set down the shotgun behind the door as the officers approached him. "[color=007236]Sup peoplez, you here to buy or just looking?[/color]" The officers didn't seem to be expecting this response, but they went along with it and talked for a but, they asked him to go with them, Eric didn't like that idea. In that process he tripped backwards taking the shotgun with him. Next thing eh knew he was in handcuffs with a bloody nose as his gun was loaded into the back of the car.

At the station Eric was ready for war, and by ready for war he was hitting his head on the bench he was handcuffed to trying to get the thoughts of everyone inside out of his head. Being handcuffed didn't help. "[color=007236]You have--[/color]" *Thud* "[color=007236]No right--[/color]" *Thud* "[color=007236]TO KEEP ME HERE![/color]" *Thud*. This time though he was starting to get dizzy, now his head hurt in another way. He was tempted to ask for an Excedrin but he wasn't ready to [i]give in[/i] to his captures. Though he was tempted, so very tempted.

His bench was outside the break room, inside he saw Eli. Why was Eli here? wait... had Eli turned him in for all the underground work he had done? Eric was starting to worry, he had done jobs for Eli in the past, most of which were under the table to avoid taxes and to save a few extra bucks on both ends of the deal. Had he been turned in?! Oh shit... Then again, Eric had done work like that for at least two other people in this building. Hopefully that wasn't an issue. Eric just casually waved trying to hide the pain from hitting his head, everyone thinking, and his intense fear.