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    Justin slid into the passenger seat and closed the door. "Sweet ride," he noted.


    "Mist? Where is-" Pain pried into forearm. Em cried out, more in surprise than pain. "Who sprigged on Defcon4? Em leapt out of the way of a laser and ran for the front door. "Mist, where are you?"


    "There he is. And d**m, would you look at that." Two wings, arched and dark, were all that could be seen of the figure standing on the edge of the bridge. A TV reporter was tagging him heavily.
    "Please, I was just trying to help-" he began, taking a step back.
    "You are no guardian angel, Greg Coleen. You are a demon!"
    Jon froze and walked over with a sudden cold look in his eyes. He was glaring at the TV reporter who had spoken of a demon. "Did you say... 'demon'?" His eyes flashed dangerously. He gave Tris a backwards glance. "Get out of here, kid. Just for a moment. I've got to have a few 'words' with these punks."
    The TV reporter noticed Jon, whose mouth set angrily.

    Tris nodded, and turned into a pheonix. She flew up, and around the bridge.


    (Sorry guys, but goodnight. I'll see you in the morning.)

    [No prob. Heartfire, logging off, after this post...]


    "And who are you?" The TV reporter pestered.
    "I am the brother of this man here," Jon replied smoothly. "Now, step aside, or I will have to make unnecessary arrangements."
    "Sir, I beg you to-" the woman persisted.
    "Spaczias mon leviat!" the Whistler hissed. The air blurred in front of him, in a sort of cyclone. The TV reporter got in the way and flew backwards into the back of a truck. She sat up slowly and watched as Jon looked at Greg. "Long time no see, little brother."
    "I'll kill you later," Greg promised. "But first, we'd both get out of here. Along with your little friend." Without warning, Greg took hold of Jon's shoulders and, with a mighty flap of his massive black-and-silverstreaked wings, took off, holding his brother close to his chest.

    Tris looked at Jon, and followed.


    (Night, again lol. I love this story.)

    (I'm back.)


    Mist hears Em and looks down. "I'm up here!" She yells.


    Alexa sighs and starts walking back. She leaves her bathing suit cover. They might come back layer.

    Must walks down. "There were these guys. And they were in a black helicopter. They took Manga!" She says, trying nit to freak out.

    Tinuviel sees them freaking out, and runs over. "What's wrong?" she asks.


    Tris follows Greg.

    (Em is wolverines daughter. Guess.)


    "You'd better take me with you!" Mist says.

    (Mist has wolverine claws but she got them like Wolverine did his.)


    Mist nods. She looks at him. "Where is it?" She asks.

    Mist puts her hands on her hips. "Got anymore if those dirt bikes?" She asks.