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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nuke261" data-source="post: 1694252" data-attributes="member: 11182">S.W.A.T.-A.M. Truck, Whitmyer Shopping VillageAndrew's short speech was interrupted by a large 'Ka-Thunk!' against the side of the truck.  All four in the compartment could feel the truck rock as it was hit and the look on all four faces showed that no one had any idea what had just happened.  The temperature in the truck seemed to increase as well.   Although, that could have just been from everyone's panic.The police radio's began to broadcast.  "All units, secure the suspects and do not leave your posts.  SWAT truck is under attack by a mutant terrorist!"Catherine appeared unresponsive.  No matter what happened, she just whimpered and stared into space.  Andrew tried to remain calm and tried not to think about what was happening outside but, his imagination proved way to powerful.  The two cops made sure he and Catherine were properly locked down and then one of them moved to a computer work station mounted on the side of the wall.  The other one stood by watching the two possible mutants.  A strange blue light came on and flooded the area where they sat.Sammy could not belive he just tore a cannon out of the hands of the cops and threw it at the SWAT truck!  It felt like he could really do anything!  Then he felt a sting and saw that the police were still shooting at him.  There were more of them now and they seemed to be getting better.Corey made his way into the mall.  As he walked in the doors. looking all  around to see if anyone had followed him, he noticed Sammy's truck in the parking lot.  He looked back at Sammy and his fight with the police.Kyle's Family's HomeThe young girl with the bright happy face suddenly  stopped and frowned.  "Kyle, it's me.  Amanda."  Kyle was suddenly brought back to real life.  No more mutants and gen-scans and government/school conspiracies.  Amanda had used to live across the street and moved away 4 years ago.  Her mother had gotten some kind of research job with the government that was too good to pass up.  Amanda's older sister had bought the house and sometime's Kyle mowed the yard for her.  He had stayed in email contact with Amanda but he never imagined that she had grown up so much.  Or so well.  He was almost embarrassed that he was looking at his childhood friend as a..., well as a girl."Kyle, are you okay?  You don't look too good."  She walked towards him and put her hand on his arm.  Softly.  "C'mon.  you need to sit down.  Did you come home sick today?  Do you need me to get you some water or something?"Upstairs Lorenzo suddenly topped.  He could swear he heard Kyle talking to a girl.Detention CenterIt was definitely cold. Neither Gabe or Eleyna could decide if it was the metal walls and floors or the feeling of doom but they both knew it was very cold.  And quiet.   There was almost no sound.   This came as a bit of a relief to Gabe who had put up with way too many outside sounds in his head.They both sat and stared at nothing.  There was nothing to see in the rooms.  The rooms were only about 8 x 8 and there was not a single object in them.  And the weird blue light kind of gave them a headache.  The same kind of light that had been in the truck.  They both wondered how far they were from the other and what they could do to help the other.  A guard opened the door to Gabe's room and he was followed by an older woman dressed in hospital scrubs.  She was pushing some kind of cart with a bunch of drawers on it.  She approached Gabe and spoke.  "Gabriel Adams.  I am Doctor McCown.  I am going to take a blood sample, check your vitals and hook up a monitor to make sure nothing we are doing is hurting you.  Okay."  It was not really a question.  She had a nice, calm look to her.  Like she was a teacher or someone's mom.A guard opened the door to Eleyna's room and he was followed by a man in a suit.  Just like the guys she had seen at the school.  He walked towards her in a slow measured pace.  "Eleyna Robertson.  I have some questions for you.  It seems your medical records have been tampered with.  We would like to know who is involved so that this does not happen again.  You just tell me who has been helping you and then I can help you out here."</blockquote>

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