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Shana took a glance back, watching Victoria intently from her hideaway in the wall. She hadn't expected to find a hole, but most of the time good things seemed to come her way. It was just her luck.
As she took in the battle that seemed to be folding out before her through a tiny peephole, she watched with widened eyes all the officers spread away from Victoria. 'How can she do that?'

Claire shifted positions. "Well. What was it? Like...like a shoot-out or something? Or like a gang fight gone wrong?" Claire thought about adding more examples but decided to stop there. After all, she didn't know much about Crystal's parents or Trista's. And, with not knowing anything about them, she didn't want to make them out to be bad people.

Laurel's eyes widened. "Oh. Then...I guess we're more alike than we first thought." But then she thought of the way Lorelei's hands twisted and how the plants grew from the ground at her command. 'I only need a rare plant. One that's only found in Australia.' 'She can help me. She can make that plant grow and then...and then Shana will be normal.'

Shana rewarded Roshala with a raised eyebrow. "Let's see what the new recruitments can do." 'Yes...let's see what we can do.'
Shana took a step back, noting her surroundings: the exposed ducting in the ceiling, the ledge behind her, an undetermined amount of space hidden behind the walls. 'Can I do it?'
"The first rule of survival is to know your surroundings. And the second...is to fight or flee."
'I won't stand a chance against a bunch of trained, armed men. Better run.' She glanced behind herself as the room filled, and took off toward the ledge, a bullet missing her head by a fraction of an inch as she ducked behind the counter and proceeded to run toward the shelter of the hidden space.

Galrick signed back 'your help'.
Shana stared in amazement. She didn't know sign language, but she knew what he was thinking when he DID sign it. "You're help." 'What help? How can we possibly be of help?'
At that moment, the door in front of them was torn down and policemen flooded the room.
Alora made a move to fling her fire at the leader of the group but Galrick moved his hand to stop her. "Let the new recruitments try," he explained, loud enough for both of them to hear, smiling at Victoria in a wicked way.

xD subject murder. thats amazing

^ bin laden is dead =)
< think the government is a bunch of nasty words she shouldn't say
V agrees?

Claire raised an eyebrow. "'Mom and Dad'?"

Laurel thought for a second. 'Should I tell her?' Lorelei could possibly be a great ally for her and Shana. And besides, she had a sister just like her, right? She'd understand. "Well, she isn't exactly normal. You might call her 'special'. It's just...when we were young, she saw our parents get murdered. And I don't think she was ever the same again."

Shana jumped when she heard the pounding of boots against the cold, concrete floor. 'They're coming. Someone's coming!' She heard their thoughts, loud in her mind like her own voice.
"I have to take the old guy out with a bullet. The caller said they were armed and dangerous."
"What if one of them shoots us?"
"Why did I have to take a job with the police force? I mean...what if I don't come back home tonight?"
Shana released a breath, suddenly gasping for air as Alora pulled her aside, a flame appearing at her fingertips.
"You little-" she started with a growl, tightening her grip on Shana's wrists until they burned with pain. "You'll pay for this."
Shana glanced at Victoria, a pleading look in her eyes.
Galrick widened his eyes at Victoria, finding a use for her power. 'She could actually prove worthwhile to us.' "Get her over here, Rosa," he commanded, gesturing to his side. "Come over here."

Kalrik watched as the police filed in one-by-one. 'Great. Heading into a bloodbath are we?' He shook his head and opened a gate, bright light illuminating his face for a small instant as he passed through. 'Shana can handle it, I'm sure.'

Laurel took one last glance at Isaiah and turned to Lorelei. "Yeah," she answered, following her new friend, or perhaps someone better described as her partner in hard times.

Claire thought back to the voice she'd heard that night on the other end of the telephone. "I'll find you, and your sister too." She swallowed hard, turning her gaze to her worn tennis shoes. Catrina had promised her a new pair by next week. Claire bit her lip, fearful that she would never get that pair of shoes. "The CIA," she whispered so low she barely heard it herself.

'She has a sister?' Laurel thought, not allowing herself to show her surprise. She let the subject drop and turned to Isaiah. "Why are you worrying about what we're doing in the forest. It's our business, isn't it?"

Laurel nodded slowly, not voicing her thought that ran along the lines of 'who the hell is Victoria?'. "Oh," was all she said, glancing sideways at the bushes that crowded around them.

Laurel shot Lorelei a look of new-found respect. 'Lecturing a tabacco addict on the dangers of smoking? I didn't know she was so...benevolent.' "That's true but..." She stopped as she studied Isaiah's face. She saw the pre-mature wrinkles beginning to form across his forehead. 'Must be from the smoking...' she thought to herself. "...but do you really have to lecture him on it? I mean...he's already addicted, isn't he?" Her eyes wandered back to him. "Unless of course you're one of those 'I can stop whenever I want' people."

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Galrick watched Victoria with mild interest. Already, his original curiousity about the young Paranormal was fading, replaced by his normal, cold eyes. "Do whatever you want with the dog and the girl," he said, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. "But if our food supply runs low, the mutt'll be the first one out."

Laurel scooted beside Lorelei. "What do you mean?" she asked, relief flowing over her when she realized no one was there. "You mean where did she-?"
She stopped mid-sentence when a flicker of movement appeared between the trees.

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Shana watched Galrick silently, measuring him: his eyes that curved in a way that had to be seductive, his abs that had to be fake, and the smile that looked as if it had been plastered there with paint.

^ yes =O
< now feels sad that shay is sad
V WILL EXPLAIN WHY SHAY IS SAD?! T.T

*rolls eyes* move to paranormal chat

well...i guess the whole lot of us our factories. =)