The truck from the beginning was a bad idea. Free transport for people with powers and their families? Like hell it was. Jason sat, tapping away at his phone and paying little to no attention to anyone around him. The truckstop was pretty far behind him, and really all that mattered was getting somewhere that MITA couldn't find him. Anything else was a bonus, if that. Sat there, constantly typing away Jason didn't hear the guy yelling for people to hand over their valuables, nor people standing up to give them away. If it weren't for the sudden outbreak of fighting nor the opening of the door and sudden flush of light Jason would have stayed ignorant. Except, things don't go that way very often for people with superpowers. Data manipulation - that was his power. Controlling the flow of data through electrical devices. If anything he was blessed to have an ability so suited to his line of work, or even more blessed to have a supercomputer in his phone. 

A girl stood, waving a gun around just about after Jason had his attention redirected. If this girl seriously meant to shoot then thing could get ugly quickly, and not just for the terrorist-looking people. Then again there was a guy with a shotgun on the floor already, so maybe things didn't look so bad. Then the not KO'd guy lunged at the girl, giving him a perfect opportunity. After the girl vanished and the first guy seemed rather dazed, Jason got up and ran to the back where the shotgun was now laying. Grabbing it, he hauled it up and aimed at the first guy. [i]What the fuck do I do now, then?[/i] he thought, slightly regretting his choice of getting involved. He held his finger slightly over the trigger, bracing ever so much for the massive recoil he would get from firing it. Truth was he had never even HELD a gun before, let alone fired one. 
[b]D-don't move, or this time you really will be all over this van."[/b] he exclaimed, trying to sound cool and missing the succeeding mark by about 100 miles. The look on his face was definitely not sincere, but it didn't need to be. He reached down with his left hand, pulling out his phone and typing in a string of complicated letters and numbers at very high speeds. he didn't need to alterations to his physical structure to beat the guy, but it was nice in case he lunged at Jason like the girl. In one lens of his glasses a little interface appeared, though only on the side with his eye. [i]Hmm... 27, no powers, divorced. Gun licence, alcoholic. Two children, one dead. Names: Maria, David.[/i] he thought, using his altered glasses to read all about this guys life. Augmented Vision, he had called it; looking through digital imagery and then scanning it all across the web.
[b]"Maria, aged 9, killed in an accident. Divorced, son David in foster care due to excessive drinking and mental instability following fight with wife."[/b] he repeated, trying to hit a nerve so he could exploit something of this guy.