[color=0054a6][h3][i]Kallan Alistair[/i][/h3][/color]
Well, most of the guards fell for it. Their guns fell to the ground, and they all began walking over to where Dom was still wreaking havoc. The rest, two of them, just stood there and looked at her. One even began to raise his gun and take aim at her. [color=0054a6]"I said, [b][i]Drop[/i] your weapons[/b]."[/color] The other dropped his gun, and the one about to shoot her hesitated, so she made her move. Running at the guard, she body checked him and grabbed the gun as she did, pulling it from his hands. The other still seemed dazed, trying to fight the urge to do as she said before, and walk into his death. 

The one she took the gun from grabbed her as he snapped out of his daze. He wasn't going to fall for her power. She stomped on his feet and writhed as she tried to get away, but all that did was make the guy dig his fingers into her even more. Her mind raced, weighing her options. He was only holding her, but as she struggled she felt him moving to put cuffs on her. She had his gun, and the other one wouldn't stay confused forever...

She didn't aim at anything, she only pulled the trigger. The guard that was holding her screamed out in pain as he collapsed, his left leg badly wounded from the shot she'd taken. As soon as she could, she moved away from him and pointed the gun at the other guard now, closing her eyes as she pulled the trigger again. She heard him scream too, and then a heavy thud as his body fell to the ground. She turned away before opening her eyes again. She didn't want to see the corpse.

"Well well well." A familiar voice spoke to her left, and Kal spun to face the man as he smirked at her. It was Dr. Charon, her Handler. A tall, skinny man with tanned skin and intelligent green eyes that were hidden behind his dark hair and sunglasses. He always wore sunglasses, and that dirty old lab coat. Kal was pretty sure they were stuck to his skin. "Good evening, Kallan."

[color=0054a6]"Hey doc."[/color] Kal raised the gun again, aiming as best she could for the scientist's heart. Charon just laughed and stood there, his arms spread as he dared her to shoot. So she did, or tried to anyway. This time when she pulled the trigger, nothing happened. The gun didn't even make that clicking noise that guns do when they're out of ammo.

"Having troubles Miss Alistair?"

[color=0054a6]"Don't call me that."[/color] She tried to shoot him again, and again he laughed.

"The guns have sensors on them. The trigger locks when someone carrying a Crypto-ID is in the crosshairs." As he spoke, Charon took his ID card from his front pocket and waved it around a little. "It's futile, Kallan." He smiled as she threw the gun away. 

[color=0054a6]"[b]Go die.[/b]"[/color] It was worth a try, using her powers on him. 

"Hmmm... no. I don't really feel like it right now." Charon smirked at her again, and she began working out how to get away from him. He knew most of her tricks, and was pretty good at ignoring her orders. This was going to be difficult.