[omega 5000]

Adrian was running for blokes. It had to have been at least 30 minutes. He finally stood and bend over and breathed heavily. He was sweating from all sides.
"Dear God... I need a ride..." He muttered out, looking around. He looked and a saw red motorcycle parked at near a motel. He looked around and jogged over to it. He stood in front of it for a while. Complete silence all around. He broke the chain that the motorcycle was tied to and wired it. It turned on, full gas. He placed the helmet on and Adrian stepped on it, grinned as he revved the bike. He then pulled his feet up as he rode off just when the sun was getting up.

"Let's see... let's see..." Adrian began to think out loud.
"I got no where to go... I'm being tracked by the freaking men in black... I have super powers and on a motorcycle... this is one fucked up movie..." He said chuckling.
"And they said something about a list... maybe the newspaper has something..." He said as he stopped at a newspaper boy. He flicked a coin at the boy and the boy threw him a newspaper. Adrian opened it and began reading the headlines. One thing caught his eye from the rest 'Fiberware.'

"Those men had badges just like the logo of Fiberware..." Adrian said.
He continued reading and it said that they were looking for some a employer who has escaped. Her name was Asaya Lévesque from Ottawa Canada, there were some more like Ellie Hayes from Sydney Australia.
"Well... Canada is closer, but... I don't wanna freaking go..." He said as his eye caught on someone who was in the city.
"These people are either refugee, super power humans or just like says, employees. So let's find out..." He said as he road off to the Keila Hudgens' address.

[Nat9narutolover]

It was summer, so outside wasn't too cold. Though, it was dark. The street lamps were only what illuminated the surrondings. Asaya waited impatiently for her firned, Jennifer, to come pick her up. She decided to bunk with Jen because there were mens following her, trying to capture her. She didn't see the men, only heard them... But, she was in for a hell of a suprise.

Asaya looked towards the road. She was glaring at if. She had waited several long and dreadful minutes till a car suddenly approched.

"Finally..." Asaya mumbled as she stumbled towards the car. Once her eyesight adjusted, she realized that this was not jen's car. It was pitch back in a SUV limo style, while her friend's was a hot pink hummer.

The car's doors opened. It was two men, both dressed in back suit. The souit had an embroided crest on it which wasn't too visible but even with back eyesight Asaya was able to make out that on the bottom of the crest the word "Fibrewire" was written.

Asaya started to back up when the mens inched forwards. She then saw that they both had guns in one of their hands. She then ran. Asaya run arose lawns and houses, till she thought she lost them. She was wrong. A gun fired and it's sound echoed through the silent night. The bullet came flying towards Asaya. It was there... Coming at full speed towrds her. All thought in her mind were wondering if she was going to die.

It seemed as luck was on her side. The bullet flew passed her. It went right close to her neck, yet magically missed. Asaya was in shock. But, there was no time for her to be because the next bullet shot, and this time she was not that lcuk. It hit her arm. The impact was very pain, yet Asaya knew she had to get out of sight so she ran down another street where she was lucky enough to spit a hot pink hummer. She ran up to the car and banged on the passsenger door. Jennifer who then realized it was her, unlocked the car doors so Asaya could enter.

"So what is it?" Jen asked

"We're going to your house. Now hurry! " Asaya ordered.

Once Jen got a move on, Asaya explain the whole story. Jen agreed that it would be best if Asaya camped out at her appartement. Jen lived alone. Her parent were so busy with work and all so they never really had time for her. They were the exact opposite of Asaya's parents.

Once arrived at the appartement, Asaya set her stuff down.

"We better get some sleep." Jen said

"Uh-un... I'll sleep on the pull out couch." Asaya said.

"Okay... Night Asaya."

"Night Jen." Asaya replied as her friend went into her bedroom. The appartment was quite spacious. There a kitchen with a fridge, stove, microwave, sink and all other general equipement. She was a bathroom, a bedroom and a living room. Asaya pull out the bed from the pull out couch, and made it(put the sheet on ect...). After, she took out her computer and searched for wireless internet. Suddenly, there was a nock on the door... Asaya slowly got up and when to see who was ther...

[Kakashi392]

Troku Himura / Ottawa Canada

Upon his arrival Troku moved off the street and once out of view pulled out his computer device and accessed the list of names and addresses and pulled up the information on Asaya Lévesque. Copying the address from the database Troku next pulled up a map application and punched in his current location and then punched in his destination. It took the computer about 30 seconds to process his request and display the map. Taking a careful look Troku learned that he was 3 blocks off of where he needed to be.

“I’m going to have to keep practicing,” Troku muttered, disgusted that he had yet to attain full control of his abilities.

It was still relatively early the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon in the east. Deciding it would be safer to walk Troku set off at a trot in the direction of the Lévesque residence. The trip did not take long for Troku less than ten minutes. When he arrived he noted that something was amiss. The door was not locked and opened the moment Troku had knocked. Upon further inspection he noted that it had likely been forced open. Troku quietly entered the residence looking for anything that might tell him what had happened here. It appeared as though whoever had broken into the house had been looking for something, or someone.

Troku wondered if she had been attacked by the people his father had mentioned one of Miranda Williams thugs, and if so had she been taken by them? Troku continued to move through the house taking careful inspection of each room he moved through searching for clues of what had gone on here. If she had been taken here there would have been evidence of a struggle Troku thought as he moved through the downstairs area. As he passed a nearby trash can Troku spotted something that caught his eye. It was a piece of crumpled up paper. It looked like it hadn't been thier long. Reaching in Troku un-crumpled the paper and read the short note, which said: “Dear creeps, if you are trying to find me, go fuck yourself! You ain’t gonna find me!” Troku smiled at the colorful language. The note had given him an important piece of information. Someone had come looking for her and by the looks of things she had given them the slip at least for the moment. Troku scanned the paper with his computer analyzing the smell of the ink, if he was lucky some of the residue ink would be on her hands and if that was the case he would be able to follow it to where she was now.

Once the analysis of the compound was complete which took several minutes, Troku set the system to isolate the compound so he could track it. Troku soon had a signal and followed it out of the house using his computer to guide him on the path. Troku followed the scent down several street blocks until eventually it came to a stop. Where it stopped however Troku spotted a set of large tire tracks, probably a large pickup, SUV or something of that sort.

“She must have gotten into a car or something here,” Troku said in slight dismay that he had lost his lead. “Now what am I going to do?” Troku thought about the matter for several minutes until finally an idea came to him. However his idea would have to wait as two men in suits appeared on either side of him.

“We didn’t expect you to be here Mr. Himura,” one of the men said his gun pointed at Troku.

“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage when it come to names,” Troku said. “Who are you, and what do you want.”

“Who we are isn’t important, what we want on the other hand is what I’m guessing you want. After all we saw you leave the Lévesque residence,” the suit said. So they we're after Asaya Troku confirmed in his mind. “I have some advise for you, Mr. Himura don’t get in our way, or your likely to end up like your old man. He didn’t know what was good for him either.”

The agent had press the right button in mentioning his fathers death. A mixture of emotions struck him including anger and curiousity. They knew something about who had killed his father. He would have those answers before he was done, and he had a plan. Closing his eyes Troku teleported directly behind one of the two agents and in a flash had his sword against the mans throat.

“Drop you gun, or your partner dies,” Troku said to the other man. The man didn’t respond so Troku pulled his blade closer. “Do it now.”

“DO IT,” the man in his grasp shouted in terror. "This guy is serious and I don't wanna die."

The other agent responded to his partners plea and dropped his gun.

“Good, now kick it away from you,” Troku commanded.

With a scowl on his face the man responded by kicking the weapon twenty feet away from him.

“Now tell me who your working for,” Troku said. “If you answer my question I promise you will both get out of this alive."

"We ain't telling you nothin'," the free agent spoke with defiance.

It was then that Troku noticed something on the mans suit. It was a small badge.

“You have Fiberware badges, are you working for Miranda Williams?” Troku asked. When neither of them replied Troku pulled the blade close this time drawing a small amount of blood from the mans throat. The man screamed in pain. “ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION.” Troku who was fast growing impatient shouted.

“Yes... yes, we work for Miranda,” the man in his clutches replied in terror.

“Is she the one who ordered the hit on my father?” Troku asked.

The answers we're coming in quickly now. “Yes, he was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, and so she ordered someone to cut it off, that is all we know I swear,” the hostage said frantically trying to get free.

“Who else is involved in this besides Fiberware," Troku asked. "My father told me that several companies we're involved in this.

"We don't know," the hostage said.

"Why are you after Asaya Lévesque, and other advanced human?”

“We don’t know” replied the man who was free. “We get paid to follow orders and Miranda was the one giving them out.”

With no other questions in mind Troku decided he was done and sheathed his sword but kept an arm wrapped around the neck of his hostage.

"What are you going to do, you said you'd let us live?" the hostage said.

"Indeed you shall," Troku replied closing his eyes disappearing from the spot and this time with his hostage in tow reappeared right next to the other agent. Then using great speed he grabbed both men by the back of thier heads cracked their skulls against each other causing them both to fall to the ground in a heap of unconsciousness. With the blow they had suffered they would likely be out for several hours

“Pleasant dreams,” Troku said. “Because when you wake up you’ll have a splitting headache.” In truth Troku wanted to do more with them, but outside of killing them which he wouldn’t do unless absolutely necessary there was nothing he could do. If he tried to teleport long distances where his control wasn't as precise he might end up anywhere on the return trip and lose the trail he was following. So Troku dragged the to men over to a nearby alley and left them there unconscious to the world.

Now that he had handled that situation Troku again pulled his computer out of his pocket, and pressed a few buttons that readjusted the scanner to detect traces of recent exhaust fumes. Thankfully traffic was still light and separating the traces would be relatively easy though because the sun was starting to climb in the sky now and more motorists would be hitting the road soon he knew he had to hurry before the trail became contaminated. Although not as easy to following as the ink scent Troku got lucky and was able to follow the traces of exhaust residue that the computer detected to a house with a pink hummer sitting in driveway. As Troku passed by the large vehicle the computer lost the exhaust trail completely leading Troku to only one conclusion. This must be the place. Troku looked up at the dark house and sighed slightly. He didn’t even know what this person looked like or if he had even followed the right trail, there was alway that chan. There was of course only one way to find out and that was to see who was home.

“I hope this is the right place,” Troku muttered to himself as he made his way up the walkway to the front door. Nervously Troku knocked on the front door, not long after he heard someone approach the door from the inside. Stand back from the door Troku waited patiently for whoever was on the other side to open the door.

[ichijin]

IN:
"Aah, a woman with class, I like that", a compliment or an insult? It wasn't defineable, due to Renchard's tone while saying this. There appeared in front of him, the woman known as Veronica, the airport cafe in Canada served as rendezvous.

"Why thank you sir, even though you're a criminal you're still flamboyant", Veronica wore some fairly high class clothing. She didn't wear a dress, but what she wore was definitely something from an expensive fashion show. Though if Renchard remembered correctly, she wasn't too into fashion anyhow.

"Usually I'd see you with some more casual clothing, what brought about this change in taste dear Veronica?", he inquired, the coffee he'd ordered had already arrived, as he began pouring sugar into it.

"I thought I'd make myself more presentable to a superior", she replied, as she seated herself and moving her long brown hair to the side, where it wouldn't get in the way.

"Well, did you know I was the one who designed that one?", he joked. Though in actual fact he really did design it.

"Did we meet to discuss your fashion sense or the information you asked for?", she snapped, though it seems she doesn't drink coffee despite the late nights she stays up. She got herself a cold juice instead.

"Alright, down to business then", reacted Renchard, taking a sip of his coffee. Veronica shuffled in her seat, the clothing she wore was silky, and was made for casual outings anyway, though it was made for that purpose, but also made to fit right in formal occasions. It was an interesting attire, the classy belt sort of drew the line between formal and casual. As following, Veronica pulled out some papers and her laptop. Renchard reached over to the papers, and right on them, the underlying information that was held in the restricted archives.

"So they're researching...",

"Genetics, it also seems that the work is by an unregistered scientist who works as a plumber. Also, as for the other five companies, it's safe to assume that they're also doing independant research", she stated. Renchard scanned the paper over a bit, and flipped through the pages, there was an updated list of names as well, then he came across something familiar.

"So the Type ones... Silver hair, inhuman sense of... or lack of senses...",

"Yes, I ran into a few on the way", said Veronica.

"Oh really? So what happened to them?", asked Renchard as he continued to look at the papers.

"Let's just say they gave me a little help in discovering my other ability", she hinted. So she has two abilities... It wasn't just the ability to walk through a virtual network.

"Well, let's be off, the closest is the Levesque residence...", he said, finishing his coffee.

"Also, what're you doing on that laptop?...", he said. She wasn't pressing buttons, just her finger on the mouse pad.

"I've found it... It seems there's a quick report on there being a sort of struggle there, though we have at least an hour left until police arrive there...", she said.

"Well it's only...",

"thirty minutes on road, ten on train", it seems she's pulled information for that as well.

"Well, train it is".

[omega 5000]

Adrian rode on his new bike towards the air port. He used his telekinesis along the way to jump over obstacles in his path. He was getting the air port in view. He revved the bike and accelerated up.

He got in the air port in 5 minutes. He stood outside the gates of the huge building and looked around. He walked beside his motorcycle and walked in the airport. Right when he entered, as if it was on cue, a security guard ran up to him;
"You can't walk in here with a motorcycle, are you mad?!" He yelled out.
"You will let me pass, you little gerbil..." Adrian insulted him using his telepathy.
"Alright then! On you go!"
"Give me that VIP slip..."
"Sure thing!" Replied the security guard, handing Adrian his VIP slip.
"Thank you..." Thanked Adrian him with a innocent look.

He walked in the airport with his motorcycle and showing everyone who bothered him his VIP slip. His eyes set on a few giant screens that were hanging from the ceiling. "Ottawa.. Ottawa, Canada..." He muttered out as he looked at the screens.
"There!" He said as his eyes were glued to the part that said 'Ottawa, Canada, 11PM'
"Sweet... it's 10PM right now..."

Adrian walked to the registration area, using his telepathy again, he managed to get a 1st class ticket on a private learjet and managed to get his motorcycle on board as well, without having to pay. With a pleased expression, he walked away from the women, thanking her, and went to the waiting area. There, he placed his motorcycle near the boarding door. He then went back and sat on a comfortable chair.
"I need to know more about Fiberware..." He thought out loud. His then set on someone who has super glued to his laptop with his eyes. He walked over to him, and stood at his back and peeked on his screen. It was the screen of a hacker.
"Kuh kuh... hacking into the Airport?" Adrian teased.
"Huh?! uh...?" The boy mumbled frightened.
"You're a hacker, right?" Adrian asked him.
"Uh... ye-... yea... what of it?" The boy replied nervous.
"Can you hack into a website and get some information for me?"
"Depends on what it'll cost..."
"Your fucking life..."
"OK OK OK... I'll do it..."
"You see that plane over there?" Adrian said pointing at the learjet.
"Yea? It's pretty sweet..."
"You and me are going in there to Ottawa Canada and while on board you will hack into a site for me..."
"B- but.. I need to go to New York!"
"Do I look, like I give a fuck?" Replied Adrian with a intimidating look.
The boy looked scared and only nodded in agreement.
"Fine..."
Adrian smiled and walked back to where his motorcycle was.
There was an attendant there, reading for the tickets for boarding.

"Is that learjet ready yet?" Adrian asked her.
"Yes, sir." The women replied.
"Thank you, me and my friend over there will be boarding it now..."
"B- but-..." The women was caught off as Adrian placed a finger over her mouth.
"Tell the others that the other planes will have to wait..." He said. The women nodded and walked over to a mic.
"All planes on hold, Plane 053 with destination Ottawa, Canada will be taking off in 15 minutes." She said through the mic.

Adrian signaled the hacker, grabbed his bike and exited the room. He walked through a trunk with his motorcycle and the boy behind him. He entered the plane and took the most comfortable seat.
"Welcome again, Mr. Weisward." The Captain said.
"Glad to be back..." Adrian replied jokingly.

He sat on his chair with a table in front of him. He told the boy to take a seat on the chair in front of him, and so the boy did.
"Now... go to the Fiberware's website and hack into it. I need information, see if you can find a list of people that might be involved in this, they may be employees I can interrogate or people being hunted down." Adrian commanded seriously.
"Who... who are you...?" The boy asked shocked.
"That's none of your business..." Adrian replied.
The boy nodded and began setting it up.

A few hours have passed and they were nearing Ottawa, 15 minutes to the airport to be exact, or so the Captain said.
"What have you gotten so far...?" Adrian asked.
"OK so... I've gotten a list of people with addresses, however, it wasn't on that site, it was hidden in a computer that was linked with it, in a Fiberware network. And it seems tampered, as though, someone already hacked into it." The boy replied. The boy then handed him a paper with the names that he had printed out from the plane's on-board printer. Adrian quickly looked it over and shoved it into his pocket.

"Now I did that, I need to know some things, first, I'll tell you mine. My name is Ryan Thompson. A 17 year old hacker. Now, who are you, what do you want with Fiberware and what are we gonna do in Ottawa." Ryan said serious.

Adrian stared at Ryan's determined expression. He grinned and said "You should keep the confident you have now, otherwise people will run over you..." Ryan's face lit up as he heard this.
"Now... all I can tell you is, my name is Adrian, I am hunted and I fear someone in Ottawa Canada as well. That is why I am going there."
"You...?"
"Yes, I can't let you get caught up into this."
"Fine... and now that you mention it, the first person on the list is on this list. So your suspicion is right." Ryan said pleased as he looked out the window. It seems due to the different time zones, the sun was coming up now in Ottawa.
"Well... when we land, I'll tell the captain to take you to New York and you can handle your business there." Adrian replied, getting up.

"We'll be landing in a few minutes..." Said the Captain through the speakers again. Adrian walked over to the cockpit and knocked on the door. The assistant pilot opened the door and said shocked "Your not Mr. Weisward?!"
"Yes... yes I am..." Adrian replied using his powers again.
"Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding, Mr. Weisward."
"No problem at all..." Adrian said with a innocent expression.
"Captain... when you land, open the back hatch and then after refueling, take my friend over to New York. That is all."
"Understood..." The Captain replied staying focused.

Adrian walked out and grabbed his motorcycle which was laying on the ground.
"Adrian, you should sit down for when the plane lands..." Ryan suggested.
Adrian didn't response and just got his bike ready. He pulled his bag over his back and looked at the back hatch. The plane slowly descended, he bumped a few times, but with the use of Telekinesis, Adrian didn't move a inch. Ryan looked shocked at him for being completely inmobalized. The plane's back hatch slowly started to open.
"I informed the Captain, he'll be taking you to New York after refueling. Now, thank you for the list and goodbye..." Adrian said as he road off over the hatch.

He road at full speed over the airport, he jumped off out of it and began hitting the road. He road for a good 30 minutes. He finally arrived at a apartment. He looked around and noticed it was around 8AM. A pink hummer in front of the building.
"Let's hope..." He said as he parked his bike and entered the building.

[Nat9narutolover]

Ooc= Yay! Everyone is coming to me!

Asaya was frightened. There a stanger outside of the door that could be anyone. She was up and reacheing for the doornob. Yet, she stoped. Asaya herd the sound of a motocycle. She went to the window and looked out. It was there, a motorcycle. But Asaya knew that the person driving it didn't live here because she knew nobody in this building had one. Her friend, Jen had been here for several years now and Asaya knew almost everyone that lived here. The driver hopped of the bike and went inside the appartement building.

Suddenly Asaya remebered that there was someone waitting at the door. She went to open it when she stoped. She was looking directly at her arm.

"It can't be..." She mumbled to herself, "I was shot there...!" She said alarmed. Her arm that was shot by a bullet but was miraclulusly it had healed as if nothing had touched it. Still no comprehending this fact, she knew that she had discovered she had a new power a new ability. This strenghtened her confidence, she took a deep breath, grabed to door nob and opened it.

To her surprise it was no men in fibreware suits, but a young man in his very ealy twenties. He had long black hair that surpassed his shoulder, it was worn in a ponytail. He wore all black and with a sword around her shoulder.

"Ummm, hi?" Asaya said, "Are you looking for someone?" She sugested coldly. She didn't like people that much. sheondering if he was after her or even one of Jen 'friends'. The man stood nerversly at the doorway and Asaya cold glare stared at him, making the environnement not so comfortable between them.

[omega 5000]

Adrian walked up to the lobby and asked for her name. The lobby man said she knew her, she was a friend of someone named Jeniffer and told him which room she was in.
"Thank you, sir." Adrain thanked him and began running up the stairs.

The apartment was pretty high up. He ran up the stairs hoping nothing had happened. He finally made it up to the stairs.
"H-.. holy shit..." He muttered out breathing heavily. He took the paper out of his pocket and looked it over. He then put it back in his pocket and stood up. He whipped some sweat away from his forehead and began walking to the room. As he entered the hallway, he noticed a women at the door and a Japanese man standing in front of her.

He lowered his eyes and used his telepathy. He heard that the Japanese was here to help and that the girl was Asaya, and that she was scared.
Adrain sighed and walked up to them.
"He's here to help you..." Adrian said with a smile.
"Asaya, right? I can tell your scared right now... but don't worry... we're not with Fiberware..."

[Nat9narutolover]

Suddenly, there were footsteps heard fromthe stair case. A boy around Asaya's age emerged from it. He had brown hair and blue eyes.

"He's here to help you..." The boy said with a smile. He seemed sweet enough, but her empression of him changed as he spoke his next few sentences.
"Asaya, right? I can tell your scared right now... but don't worry... we're not with Fiberware..."

"Che... I'm scared?", She gigled as if his point was totally of mark. Though it hit bang on. She was annoyed, she hated when people could see right through her. Asaya fright was replaced by curiosity. How did the boy know she was scared millons of thought poped into her hand. She decided to ignore them. She would make them enter but she wasn't sure it would be okay with Jen. Her friend was probably fast asleep...

"Come in you guys..." She said with a hint of bitterness. Asaya gestured to the table where her computer was set up. She shut it and stuff the laptop back in her bag. Once they were all seated Asaya asked some questions.

"So," She started, "I'm sure you guys are way more informed on this matter, well more informed then me. So, if you wouldn't mind telling me why those men are after me??!"

"Another thought, why the heck do you know me?" She glared at Adrian, "And who are you people?!"

[omega 5000]

"Che... I'm scared?"

Adrian awkwardly chuckled and replied; "I'm sorry, it's a bad habit..." He wasn't sure how to talk to her. Hmm... I see He thought.

"Come in you guys..." Asaya said.

"Thank you." Adrian replied, walking in the room.
Adrian walked in and looked around, using his telepathy he already knew that she was like him. But he wanted to play it cool for now. He looked around, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. He sat down on a couch, he didn't want to get to comfortable so that he didn't seem like a tug.

"So," She started, "I'm sure you guys are way more informed on this matter, well more informed then me. So, if you wouldn't mind telling me why those men are after me??!"

Adrian turned to Troku and finally turned back.
"Well... you have super powers... like us... and that is why you're being hunted." He said.

"Another thought, why the heck do you know me?" She glared at Adrian, "And who are you people?!"

"A few minutes ago, I only knew your name. But using one of my ability I got to know more about you." He said as he grabbed the paper from his pocket and showed it to her.
"My name is Adrian Hamberg. I'm 19 years old. My powers are Telepathy and Telekinesis." He said, smiling at the girl.

[Kakashi392]

Troku listened to the exchange between the two. It was clear that Asaya and the newcomer did not know each other, but the newcomer clearly could learn things without having to ask questions. Apparently he was telepathic and could read minds. His suspicion was soon confirmed when the young man spoke.

"My name is Adrian Hamberg. I'm 19 years old. My powers are Telepathy and Telekinesis."

"My name is Troku Himura," Troku said introducing himself at last. "As Mr. Hamberg has said we are like you. We have abilities, I can manipulate Time, and Space. Because of your abilities you have been targeted by a conglomoration of companies who are hunting our kind for reasons I have yet to discover totally. The company Fiberware seems to be a leading player in this game. As to the two men that we're following you, you need not worry about them, while searching for you I ran into them. They are taking a nap. If you will let me I would like to help you, and you Mr. Hamberg." Troku said looking at the young man who had arrived not long after him. "If they haven't come for you yet I'm sure they will soon." Troku paused a moment organizing his thoughts trying not to leave anything else out. "To stop these companies we need to stand together, if we don't the world as we know it could be in grave danger."