The little kid wasn't even looking at Z because he was concentrating so hard. Lukas watched the kid. "She asked you what you are doing." He said, maybe a little more dangerously than he meant. "[i]Oh[/i]!" The kid replied, looking up with a big smile. "I am repairing your friend's joint." He chirped, getting up as the glowing died down. "You do not require those..." He gestured to her crutches. 

"Crutches." The man said for the little boy. "English isn't his first language. We are still working on his vocabulary." The man stood at 6 foot three inches. He had a very nicely shaped face with a but cut bit of a beard. He didn't have too much hair atop of his head. His skin was a mocha color. He had thick, dark eyebrows.

"What are you doing in my house? I'm going to call the cops!" Brand threatened, beginning to leave the room. This was crazy!

"That's not going to do anything, I'm with the cops, and the government." Lukas was surprised at his answer. Didn't people from the government wear suits all the time? This guy was wearing a blue muscle shirt, shorts, and flip flops. He looked like he was on vacation. "My name is Rick Bolstard, and someone blew my truck up. Now [i]you [/i]guys have a problem that [i]I[/i] can help with."