by The Eurostar and GoozX
The bartender went down as the ashtray from the table struck between his eyes.
The people in the bar froze, surprised. Turner looked at Edulcore Cicciotto, stunned by his aim. And Edulcore, too, was stunned. In the endless EPS training sessions, aim had never been one of his talents. This time, he reacted without thinking, and the ashtray ended exactly where he hoped it would end. Only, he never even took aim. He simply threw it, and it happened. It seemed that he still had some skills. He was not a norm after all, he hoped.
Ed looked at Turner, who scanned around the room, smiled, and whispered, "Run."
They were out the bar and in the shadow of the streets in a hurry. Some of the people from the bar ran behind them, but a few turns, and Turner managed to lose them all.
In the distance, the two men heard police sirens and realized the police were looking for them.
"What do you think? We head for Mexico?" Cicciotto asked.
Turner paused, thinking. "No, I don't think it would be a good idea. We need money if we hope to get to the Caribbean. And the one place to make money quick isn't all that far."
After a few minutes, they "borrowed" a car, and headed for Las Vegas, Nevada.
Hours later, the two were driving on the Las Vegas Strip, when a police car came up beside them and ordered them to stop.
"Shit," whispered Turner, and his hand lit up in a fury of electricity, a crooked smile upon his face. After a look from Cicciotto, Turner let the electricity disappear into the air.
The officer stepped up to the car. Tilting downward, the very large, dark man looked into the car. After a brief pause, he lowered his glasses.
"What's the problem, sir?" Ed asked from the passenger seat.
"I don't know if you men know this," the officer said, looking both men over, his facial expressions never changing, "but your taillight is out."
Turner just laughed as Ed made up an excuse. "Sorry, sir. We have been on a long road trip. A rock must have shot up and hit the car or something."
"It's okay. I'm going to let you off with a warning this time. Get it fixed, because next time you will not be so lucky!" With that, the officer left.
Turner stuck his head out the window. "Have a NICE day!" With a laugh, Turner sped off.
The officer returned to his car to hear his radio blazing with information. "Two dangerous metas have been spotted moving toward Vegas in a stolen car, a gray civic with its taillight out. Please be advised that they are living weapons and are extremely dangerous."
Quickly turning, the car with Turner and Ed was gone. Only a trail of smoke was left in their wake.