[color=yellow]"Sonuvagun."[/color]

Sam watched as the other Hypes at the plaza took control of the situation, or at least tried to. There was one girl that could control glass over there, another young man who apparently was magnetic there, and the lone old man in the center struggling under the immense fields of gravity that the out-of-control Hype was putting out. It was quite a struggle, and if he could've added something he would, but physical prowess was needed here, not number manipulation.

After the debacle back at his store, Sam had decided to close shop for the day. Charlie's repairman showed up earlier than he'd expected, and with a bit of talking to he'd convinced the feller to take care of his TV fixture for cheap. The guy said he'd be a while, so Sam locked up for the afternoon, taking the keys to the gun cabinets with him but leaving the security shutters open and the key to those on the counter. He trusted Charlie's guys. They were good stuff. He'd left the shop in the repairman's capable hands and gone on a little walk downtown. He had nothing else to do today anyway, so he'd grabbed his hat, shined his boots and left. His rambling walk took him on a cruise straight to the Square where the news was happening, much to his chagrin, and here he was, among the crowd, watching in awe as three other Hypes stepped forward, one after another, each bringing their own powers to the table to try and stop the guy that was out of control. He wanted to do something, really did too, but what could he do?

Idea.

He nudged his way through the crowd to get to the front. There, he had a better view of the chaos. The lady was a glass manipulator, this much he could see, and both the young man and the older man ahead of him were being crushed by the immense gravity wells, but the young man was worse off, seeing as how the older guy was looking to be more a tank than anything else. Another issue was that the younger man was also underneath a heavy motorbike. The lady was apparently trying to distract or knock out the gravity guy, so that left Sam with the pressing issue of saving the young man's life. Right. The question was how. Sam knew he couldn't simply make the bike fall to pieces, that might send something into the poor guy instead of saving him, so the problem laid with the gravity guy. He had absolutely no idea on what to do with him, save that the guy looked like death warmed over, pale and probably sick to the gills. Easy as pie, just like the crackhead from the shop. Sam fiddled with the probabilities that the poor guy would pass out before he did even more damage and wound them up to the max, and just like the aforementioned crackhead, the floating man passed out in midair, his power turning off as he dropped to the ground like a rock. He immediately went for the young man being crushed by the motorbike and grabbed onto it, trying his hardest to haul it off of him before the unconscious Hype woke up, for even though he'd made the guy pass out he didn't know for how long.

It was a race against time.

[color=yellow]"C'mon son, out with ya, gotta getcha outta there 'fore that fella over there wakes up. I don't know how long he'll be out."[/color]