[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Bus Bus-- Washington D.C.
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	Ezekiel relaxed when Kristin knocked her out but frowned still. Now what they were supposed to do. He looked at Janelle, feeling bad for a moment that he hadn’t explained to her but in his defense, Ezekiel had been a bit preoccupied. He settled in his seat, looking at the unconscious girl. At least the only knives he had to worry about now was Kristin’s verbal knives. He searched in his bag for something to drink while Kristin produced an idea. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”That’s not a bad idea. Plus, it gives you a chance to try out your power Janelle. And keeps us from getting stabbed,”[/color] he said. Ezekiel had some water he brought from camp that he sipped before putting it back into his bag. At least the girl was already knocked out, it should be easy for Janelle to get into the girls mind now, Ezekiel just didn’t know how that happened. He looked at Janelle. [color=#EEE8AA]”It might seem weird but you probably already know what you need to do. Kind of like when you started fighting for the first time. In the beginning, our abilities just kind of take over, until we learn control,”[/color] he said.