John looked at the knives with wide eyes, then he turned to look at Cia. [i]Shit...I can't even think straight...damn that really hurt...but knives will hurt more.[/i] John thought, staring at the knives that were aimed at his face. By now the pain he felt was transforming into a headache, and he moved his hands though his hair to try and soothe it. [color=00aeef]"W-Wait...I want t-to help...b-but...I can't use my gift now. The D.M.A. think I'm j-just a Type 4...a T-Tracker...but I'm not. I l-lied to them, I'm actually a t-telepath...and to use my gift at all, I need a c-clear head..."[/color] John explained, trying to remain still and not make any sudden movements. He was growing more nervous by the second, and his body even began to shake.

[color=00aeef]"B-But Pariah is a Warden...I'm not. I d-don't know what she wants with your friend...but the D.M.A. Blacksite we were both assigned to is locked up tight. They'll have c-cameras and guards, and more importantly g-guns...and all I'm equipped with are two t-telescoping shock batons...they only p-produce enough of a charge to stun."[/color] John confessed, then thought for a moment. [color=00aeef]"I figure I could m-modify the batons to increase their output...but even then, we'll be no match for P-Pariah...she has superior training..."[/color] He trailed off, but then looked up into Cia's eyes. [color=00aeef]"L-Look...I really want to help...I'm not like them...b-but it's suicide..."[/color]

John then winced as his entire skull throbbed, and he just laid there on the ground clutching his head. [i]There's...gotta be another way to do this.[/i]