"Make any moves and you will be a broken body on the ground before you can blink. Give me a second." He says before teleporting away, grabbing Aneria's arm roughly and teleporting back up to the room. Shoving her in Kerrigan's direction. He watched them both. It was obvious that there was a person behind those rage filled eyes. But some caring was needed tobring him out

Aneira was just about to turn around and go home when she felt someone grab her arm roughly. She jerked, eyes shooting up to meet...the Heretic's. She felt her body freeze in place and suddenly the world disappeared from around them. When she gained her bearings she managed to realize that he must have teleported her somewhere before she yelped when she was shoved. She stumbled, almost falling to the floor but managing to catch herself before she did. Her eyes darted around nervously, seeing that there was a women with them as well. The girl backed away from both, her wide eyes full of fear as she raised her hands defensively, shards of ice forming in her palms, which she held out like daggers. She tensed, prepared to defend herself should either one take a step in her direction.

Kerrigan watched as he teleported away and reappeared with a new person, and judging by his curiosity it must be someone else of interest. "relax now, your not in any danger as long as you stay calm... My name is Kerrigan and the boy who just whisked you away is jason" She shifted her gaze over to the boy, lowering into a siting position as she began to talk. "Ma'am, if you wouldn't mind lowering your weapons that would probably be good for all of us" she said, glancing back over with a smile. "Jason, if you dont mind, maybe you could tell us a bit about yourself? Being in the Gh0st unit, im sure there have been many stretched truths and lies put into the media about you. Pretty standard if you ask me" she chuckled a bit, calm and collected and honestly curious about Jason.

Jason glared at the two, not being friendly or even acting like it. "I'm not your friend Kerrigan. I'm not your ally. I'm not the hero in this story. I'm the boy who's going to exact his revenge upon the Dark Lord." He growls out.

Aneira just tightened her hold on her ice weapons at the boys tone, crouching down low to the ground like she might spring up and flee at any moment. Her heart was pounding in her chest but she put up the toughest front she could manage, though her fear-filled eyes gave her away. It wasn't the women that scared her; it was the boy. She could see hate and fury when she looked into his eyes and it made her want to run as far away as she could.

Kerrigan held up her hands, nodding. "i wasn't saying you were any of those things, but i would at least like to hear your side of the story. and perhaps i could be an ally in the end, maybe perhaps a friend even?" she smiled at him, and you didn't have to be able to read thoughts to tell it was a genuine smile. "as much fury and anger you have there, now is not the time to use it." Lifting a hand she pressed a small button on the side of her helm, allowing it to recede fully and allow her hair to fall. "blech, hate having my hair cooped up. Jason, you should relax. While we may not be allies or friends, we aren't enemies." she looked over to the girl with the ice daggers again. even without psychic abilities she could feel the fear radiating from her. "and you need to relax to. Surely if he ment harm to either of us he would have just gotten rid of us by now."

Aneira narrowed her eyes, cutting glances between the women and the called who was apparently called Jason. She took a few deep breaths and her ice daggers melted away to nothing. The girl slowly lowered herself to the ground but she remained tense, still not fully trusting either of them. She especially kept her eye on the boy, not knowing what he was capable of as well as she just simply didn't trust him because of the fear that was installed into her from a young age, the fear of the Heretic.

Attempting to access classified files from the comfort of an internet cafe's roof was not how Gareth wished to spend his night. Nor did he like nursing his own wounds after what he'd consider a near death experience. Fortunately, all that spec ops training didn't go to waste. He'd have to make a point of thanking his old instructor when they meet again in the afterlife. But that was all besides the point. While his STG status provided him passcodes for way up the informational hierarchy, whatever information he was looking for was definitely higher up the chain... Provided it even existed in the first place. Meaning he'd have to put that hacking training to use. Perfect.

Gareth sighed. Was he really wasting his career on a hunch? He looked down at the screen, revealing a string of code to bypass. The point of no return. He could back out at any moment and nobody would be any wiser about it. The agent looked around and then back at the screen. "...At least it's a public connection," Gareth sighed, putting his hand to his face in frustration at himself, "Let's get to work."
***
Gareth was pretty damn sure he'd set off about a bazillion alarms somewhere. But fortunately, the closest base was lying in ruins. If he had anything, he had time. And time was of the essence "At least I'm not checking the Big Boss' porn history," Gareth laughed dryly to himself, "no, I'm just hacking into the files of a now destroyed top secret facility for information concerning a known terrorist. Much less worse than that." Finally, all the files were cracked and uploaded. Immediately after that, the computer was left as a melted mess on the roof. Getting rid of evidence was pretty easy when you could basically disintegrate anything with sufficient heat. Now what to do with it...?

During this time, a member of Kerrigan's squad, a boy about her age who had a major and obvious crush on the girl, had snuck up behind Jason. The sound of the pistol clicking as it was cocked echoed through the night. "Thought you could win, bitch?" The boy asked. Then Jason disappeared, reappearing behind the boy and kicking out the right leg by driving a heel hard into the back of his kneecap, the bone could be heard breaking. Jason then brought a fist down into his jaw, breaking that too. The boy sat on his knees, blood coming from his mouth as he stared up at the heretic. Who was walking slowly around him. "You, you disgust me. Serving blindly to a lord who imprisons and torchers his own son over a prophecy. You may think that your valiant struggle to save this world you live in has meaning. But you are nothing. You will be forgotten in time among the legends of the giants who stand around you. You try to kill the innocent under orders from an evil ruler. For that, your fate is sealed. You die at the hands of your worst fear. The Heretic." Jason says as the boy is suddenly thrown backwards into a cement column, hard enough to dent it. A scream of pain left the boy's mouth as his flesh turned to liquid, soon followed by his mucles and organs. Until all thatwas left was a smoking skeleton crumbled on the ground, blood still covering it.

Kerrigan watched as a boy snuck up on Jason. She immediately recognized him from her class, and also as one of the people that had liked her. Admittedly she had liked him as well, but she hadn't had the time to get to know him since he was one of the newer people in her group.

CLICK 'Thought you could win, bitch?'

as soon as the words left his mouth Kerrigan closed her eyes. She knew well enough what would happen and she didn't want to see it. But she close her ears as she heard the snapping of bones, and the scream that came shortly afterwards. He was one of the only people that she had actually began having feelings for. Opening her eyes she looked at Jason, a touch of sadness in her voice as she spoke. "was that really necessary Jason? You could have simply just destroyed the gun and disabled him. There's no need to kill everyone who shows up you know."

Aneira sat frozen in place, eyes wide as she stared at the scene before her. The image of the boys corpse would forever be imprinted on her brain. Her eyes drifted up to the boy standing over the smoking pile, the one who was held responsible for everything that had happened so far. Murder! Her brain screamed but she was not able to utter the word, the sound becoming caught in her throat. Her self-preservation instinct kicked in as she realized that could very well be her and her eyes darted around for an escape. Being on a roof limited her options but it was then that she spotted a fire escape. She glanced over at the Heretic and seeing that he was still preoccupied she jumped up and raced for the fire escape as fast as she could. She threw herself onto the ladder and began climbing down quickly, her heart beating fast in her chest.

Jason looked at Kerrigan. "Your people created this monster." He said as a flat statement. He knew Aneria was running, and the boy simply appeared in front of her. "I'd go back up if I were you. There's a Anti-Tank mine at the bottom of this escape. You can see the lighr from here." He says, and sure enough a glowing red light set at the bottom of the escape was blinking.

Kerrigan shook her head. "they are not 'my' people any more then they are yours. i simply do what im told because that's all i know. But what others say dosn't not make you who you are, you're the one who makes yourself." She looked t him as she spoke, following him to where he reappeared in front of the other girl.

Aneira glared at him, trying to mask her fear as she slowly went back up to the roof. She then pivoted on her heel and marched over to the edge of the roof, taking a deep breath. She would be damned if she allowed him to keep her prisoner on this freakin roof. She concentrated then flung out her hands. Ice formed on the edge of the roof before sloping downward to the ground, forming a slide. She shot him another glare before jumping onto the ice. She then began skating towards the ground, her feet staying grounded on the ice as her white hair flew out behind her.

Kerrigan watched it all, shaking her head once more. "im powerless, but sometimes im kind of glad about" she chuckled quietly to herself. "less for me to do really." she leaned back against the wall, and pulled a cigaret from a slot on her leg and lit it, taking a long inhale. "look, if your intent on keeping her up here, magnetize her ass to the floor or something. im sure you know how to do something without killing or hurting her. besides, you need a bit of humor to break through all that anger." Kerrigan blew out a stream of smoke as she giggles at the thought of the other girl stuck to the floor by her but. Hell, if Kerrigan was probably going to die, might as well have a decent time going.

Jason stuck out a hand and an invisible fist grabbed Aneria and pulled her back onto the roof. "You seem to fail to understand. I'm in contro- SNIPER GET DOWN." He says and pushes her down as a bullet flies through the space she had once been in. The second time in the past minute that the Hereitic had saved Aneria's life

Without thinking Kerrigan resembled her rifle and took aim, training kicking in as she located the sniper, someone she didn't know, and fired a single round. To any other snipers nearby it almost would have seemed as if his own round had came back to hit him. Kerrigan sat back down, her spot conveniently hidden by a chimney. "well alrighty then" she said with a chuckle and another puff of her cigaret. "if i ever get picked up, ill definitely be killed now. though they only have themselves to blame. all i know is my training." Looking over at Jason and the girl, she simply nodded. "To finish your sentence, i know full well your in control. just trying to help." she cocked her rifle, a spent shell flying out as she loaded another.
KERRIGAN!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU...
Kerrigan winced as the voice screamed into her hear suddenly. She popped the earpiece out, but left the mic on. "calm your tits you imperialistic asshole. Blame yourself for training me to well, you can kill me later. god it feels so good to finally cuss you out!" She laughed as she killed the mic, looking over to Jason again. "so, mistier in control, whats the plan? like i said earlier if you wanted us dead you would have killed us by know."

Aneira struggled fruitlessly in the invisible grip that held her in the air like a doll as she was set back down on the roof. She glared holes in the boy, her fear over-powered by the anger coursing through her. "Do that again and I'll freeze your hands to your face!" She hissed out before her brain could tell her to shut up. A surprised yelp then escaped her when he pushed her down. She heard a bullet hit somewhere nearby and she sat up slowly, eyes wide. She soon regained her senses and continued glaring up at the Heretic, arms crossed tightly over her chest with her brows furrowed.

Jason looked at Kerrigan. "Now is not the time for you to be making jokes. Until I figure out why I feel like you two are so important, you are both prisoners." He says and looks over the edge of the roof, then a telekintic force grabs both girls and carries them over the edge, gently lowering them to the ground, meanwhile Jason jumps the edge and only stops himself just above the ground

Aneira let out a hiss when he picked her up yet again and deposited her onto the ground. She was fuming by now, hands curled tightly into fists. She spun to face him, ice blue eyes almost glowing with rage. "Where do you have the gale to take us prisoners just because you feel like it?! Huh? Well, I'll be damned if I comply peaceably. I don't care how many times you bring me back, I will keep trying to escape you fiend!" Aneira snarled, refraining from punching his stupid handsome face in.