[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Well, he could have conserved his energy it was true. Richard resisted the urge to run a hand through his badly mused hair. He should have conserved their energy, but that was not going to help them at this moment. The fact was the guards were taking them somewhere. The Adder had to stop a grin from cracking across his face when the cell's doors opened. The fools. Those arrogant, pathetic fools. He had not had his powers in his youth, but he had enlisted in the army. Another past mistake, but one that aided him in the long run. Had he not the older Lain realized he could have been there, helped his sister and shelter her.

So when Dean sped towards the group and managed to get his hands on a gun, Richard gave an approving nod with his cold eyes locked onto a man who aimed his pistol at the boy. Firing and hitting the young speedster in the stomach as Richard grabbed him up from behind and flung him into the cell. Idealy he would have snatched the gun away for his own use, but he fumbled it. The gun went skittering across the ground as he grabbed for the other man's weapon only to miss as the guard skittered away. [color=Olive]"Boy, if you don't stay awake I'll beat you within a inch of your life."[/color] The Adder threatened Dean, before deciding on another tatic. [color=Olive]"Besides [i]you[/i] need to explain Prom."[/color] Eyeing the one in the cell, he turned his back to none of the agents. 

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Pulling her wounded leg under her and twisting to present her whole arm to the threat, Ayita eyed the guards warily. Men, hunters, with guns. Her blood ran cold as she bared her teeth in a snarl, before two of them fell. Bullets from Dean's weapon in them, the foolish idiot threatening the others. The self-proclaimed Dyrkin was of the opinion he should just shoot them, but her brother would have a fit. 'Offer surrender, then shoot.' It was not the law of nature where the strong survived and the weak did not. There surrender did not exist, but for humans she could see why it was necessary. One life had she taken. One, and she could not sleep as she once did. Those words, that face haunting her. The taste of blood in her mouth.

Noting that Richard had disarmed one man and had thrown him into a cell, she wanted to join the fray. But what could she do? One leg was still aching and wounded limiting her mobility. One arm was a raging sense of pain, and damn her powers for it! Have your bones snapped and reforged, having thousands of feathers force their way through your skin. That was painful enough! But it was over in seconds, this was still persisting. Yet she couldn't complain. Did not some of her forms take a while to work when she first started with them? Turning her attention to Richard she noted his question and asked the one on her mind. [color=ForestGreen]"What is the big deal about this 'Prom' or whatever it is?"[/color] Oh, she had heard about it. But never understood it.