When Grey leaped up into the tree and discharged his firearm, the cops all drew their weapons.

"Gun fire." Tyrone said into the radio on his collar. "Suspect is armed and dangerous."

"Drop the gun!" Ordered Jimmy. "Drop it now!"

Then the female officer moved ahead of the men as she recognized the signs of the syndrome the man suffered from. "Everyone hold your fire!" she told them. Then she spoke to the man in the tree while keeping him in her sights. "We don't want to harm you, but you have to drop your gun now or we will open fire." She explained to him, with deliberately slow words so that he might be able to understand what she was saying. "If you drop your gun and come with us peacefully, we can talk about 'Wrangler'. When was the last time you took your medication?"

The other officers kept their guns aimed directly at the deranged man. Each of them were questioning the dextrous leap he made and considering the fact that they may be dealing with a meta-human, so they were extra cautious, just in case this guy started shooting laser beams out of his eyes or something.

"F#$& you, I ain't doin' shit!" Grey shot back, then leaned back against the branch, the gun still dangling from his hand, and rubbed his eyes. It was getting harder and harder to stay conscious and his tics were becoming unbearable, several nearly knocking him out of the tree. Still, he ignored the woman's question and shouted back at them again. "You . . . you seen-- F#$@!-- Wrangler or . . . or not?!" he demanded. "Lookin' for someone and . . . chillin . . . ain't no crime! I ain't goin nowhere!" As he slowly moved to reposition himself, a violent tic shook the entire top half of him and he finally slipped, dropping the gun as he grabbed for the branch.

Grey's feet dangled for a moment before he managed to toss himself back up onto his branch. Looking down at the gun laying on the ground, he swore loudly and eyed the cops, considering making all of their guns quietly malfunction. He was always hesitant to use his powers around cops as it would, if connected to him, most highly risk exposing his true nature. Eyes fluttering, Grey moved onto a thicker part where several branches came together, making a kind of cradle and leaned in there. His stomach was churning, his vision blurred and swaying, and he could only hope he could get these damn pigs to leave him alone before he inevitably puked and passed out.

Tim, decided to top off the Hummers fuel tank as Morgan chaged. Always on the alert, an instict ingrained in him from his ntraing bot as a Navy Seal and as a police officer, Tim noticed the man hanging out by the restrooms. When he saw the man corner Morgan, pressing her to the wall. Tim left the fuel pump running and moved quickly and silently up behind the man, slipping a 40 Caliber semi automatic from the shoulder holster under his jacket as he approached. Placing the weapon to the side of the mans head, Tim said calmly "Ya best be listenin' ta me real close thar ya perveted scumbag, ifin' ya don't want yur head ta be air conditioned real permanat like. Ya put yur hands slowly on top of yur head and back away from the young lady real slow like. Then I reckon ya best be droppin' ta yur knees and cross yur ankles. ..... Now I have had a couple of real bad days mister, so I reckon it wuld be real smart of ya ifin' ya din't make any sudden moves." Tim then poked the muzzle of his weapon sharply against the side of the man's head. "Do it now." Tim said forcefully.

Sean had shifted to shadow and slipped out of the car with Tim. Hiding in Tim's shadow he waited to see what would happen next. He didn't want either of his new friends hurt. As Tim waited for the man to respond Sean moved over to the man's shadow. Should anything go wrong he was ready to act.

"Yur one lucky son oa a bitch, taday. Ifin' ya weren't Morgan's daddy I'd just shoot ya an make the world a better place. But ya are her daddy an I ain't gonna shoot ya taday. ..... I've seen Morgan's eys an seen what good she kin do. I'm right sure she din'y get that thar qaulity frum yur sorry ass. I here ta tell ya dirtbag, ifin' I see ya so much as mile near Morgan agin, I'll send yur ass right ta hell..........Comprenda?" having said that Tim wrapped the man sharply right behind his ear, knocking him cold. The man fell forward on his face.

Tim walked back to the Hummer and removed the fuel nozzel from the tank. He opened the back of the Hummer and rumaged thru a bag John had laid in the back. Tim took out two long nylon zip ties, walked over to the man laying prone on the ground, slipped a zip tie around his wrist, behind hi back and one around the man's ankles. Picking him up by the ankles, Tim drug him over to the front of the store, dropping his feet. Tim then walked in and up to mthe counter, reached in his back pocket and paid for the fuel. He said to the old man behind the counter as Tim quickly flashed his Gold Dallas Detective sheild and Identification so quickly the man did not have time to read it. "Thar's a pervert jus' out yur dar, that likes ta hang 'round bathrooms. I figure he likes little boys as well as little girls. he's hog tied real good so he won't be a bother ta ya. I reckon ya oughta call the police and hav' him hauled away. ......... Thank ya kindly sir."

Tim then walked calmly out the door as he passed the man lying on the ground, Tim gave him a swift kick in the ribs, hearing the bones snap. Then walked out to the Hummer, climbed in and drove north east into the rising sun.

When Grey dropped his gun the officer, Tyrone, holstered his side arm and drew a taser. "I have a clear shot." he alerted the others.

"Take him down." Growled Jimmy.

Tyrone aimed his weapon at the man as he began to sink into a mass of branches, like some primate ready to bed down for the night. "I'm taking the shot." announced the officer. He aimed and prepared to squeeze the trigger.




Back at the yet undisclosed military base...



Alarms echoed through the hallways of Detention Area Delta as all exits were sealed with iron blast doors designed to detain even the most heavily armed escapee. The area really only consisted of two long corridors, parallel to one another and all the cells in the aisle where Toril, Yelena and Cassius had been imprisoned were unoccupied. The reason being that Delta was a closed sector that Vacily utilized for his own personal agenda, but Shawn and Cassius had been moved to another sector; a separate facility on the other side of the base. Both of them were now, to the eyes of the military, terrorists and were being treated as such. Shawn was being kept in an induced coma and had been openly designated as a meta-human, thus the next day he would be transported to a R.A.I.D. detention centre and Cassius had been stripped down, given a pale grey coloured prisoner's uniform and thrown into solitary confinement under the name, John Doe.

From Toril's perspective the entire base was on high alert, when it was actually only their own detention area, still he leapt up on his bed once more and shouted at Cassius, "Hey! What's going on in there!"



Sara-Lynn Tessier, within her technologically secure chamber, awaited Yelena in the guise of Cassius to lead Zoe into the specific areas that were hot zones which would enable them to focus their weapon. Once she accomplished this easy task, Killswitch would be rendered unconscious and at their mercy.

Once Tim and Morgan are back in the Hummer Sean rises up from the shadows, becoming solid. He kneels in front of daddy dearest. "There was something he forgot to tell you. Come near her again and I will know and I will visit you again." He removes his sunglasses to reveal his bright white eyes and black pupils. "I will always know where you are. The Shadow is everywhere." He melts back into the man's shadow then quickly returns to the Hummer.

Tim glanced in the rearview mirror, into the back of the Hummer, "I'm a thankin ya too Sean." Tim said, then glanced over at Morgan "I 'pect he won't be troublin' ya 'gin with his lies, Morgan. He's gonna have lots 'a explainin ta do har shortly. That is aftr them folks back thar git done with him. 'spect they don't look kindly on ole men hangin round fillin' station bathrooms." Tim said as he reached up and turned the Hummer's radio on, pressed search and the morning news came on.