John looked at the knives with wide eyes, then he turned to look at Cia. Shit...I can't even think straight...damn that really hurt...but knives will hurt more. 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. "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..." 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.
"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." John confessed, then thought for a moment. "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..." He trailed off, but then looked up into Cia's eyes. "L-Look...I really want to help...I'm not like them...b-but it's suicide..."
John then winced as his entire skull throbbed, and he just laid there on the ground clutching his head. There's...gotta be another way to do this.
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