[colour=SlateGray][center][h1]Jason "Echo" Reed[/h1][/center][/colour]

The soldier pushed him. It wasn't all that hard, but he made a show of falling back off his chair.
[colour=SlateGray]"Military brutality, geez! You damn scientists think you run the bloody world, I swear..."[/colour] he rubbed the back of his head as he spoke; observing all the sounds idly. 

Blue lines..? Thats one Super. The other went for a gun slowly, whilst the other grabbed some water. Then the girl stepped in to defend the seemingly blind boy. Her heartbeat had increased the moment she had seen the lines, by the looks of things. So that was two Supers. There were three at minimum in the room, and four soldiers. Why was it that everywhere he went there had to be some degree of violence, or a trigger for violence?

It'd be nice if they would just be normal and get along.

His voice lowered to an inaudible pitch, directed at the man going for his gun, Jet whispers...
[colour=SlateGray][i]"Draw the gun and you die. Make a noise and you die. Let them walk out, or you die."[/i][/colour] nobody else heard it, except the one going for a gun. The quiet one. From behind the table, blocked by the chair, he levels a pistol with a suppressor attached at the soldier.

Then, from the table he laid behind, he shouted over to the soldiers. 
[colour=SlateGray]"Not gonna lay a hand on a young lady, are you? Maybe let them go before you get a letter of discharge on 'ya doorstep. Maybe its best that you grab your order and bounce before someone calls the cops for harassment."[/colour]

Maybe it was best if Jason didn't get involved sometimes...

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