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[h2]Patrick "Pat" Anderson[/h2]
After what seemed like an eternity the man stopped running. Pat wasn't sure why, but at that moment he really didn't care. They could finally talk with this guy and get this whole ordeal over with. Despite protests from his back, Pat picked up his pace a bit. He expect there to be any trouble at this point, but if there was he would have to provide back up. Pat couldn't help but smirk at the insanity of the situation. Here he was, a sixty-two year old man with a sore back and a pounding migraine and he was the back up. The Reformers really needed to get their act together.

Pat came to a stop a fair ways behind Jenna, just close enough that he could speak to them without having to raise his voice. His mere presence was enough to spook the guy before and he didn't want to risk sending the guy off running again. It seemed Jenna was going to do some kind of coin trick with her power to try and convince the guy they were telling the truth. Hopefully the guy would buy it, or at least be intrigued enough to want to know more. Still, there was the possibility that Pat would have to do a demonstration in order to convince this guy, and Pat would be lying if he said he wouldn't savor the opportunity to zap this guy for all the trouble he put them through.

"Yes, believe it or not we're actually trying to help you. Damned if I know why. "