Trazi McCoy
Trazi was barely down the street when she finally noticed all the cops, but what caught her attention was the Gifted. She didn't need to see the eyes to know that there was a Gifted in front of her or two really. Though she felt herself stiffen as one that wasn't in the back seat of the car, began to walk towards her.
"I'm not moving." She said rather sarcastically as she lifted her arms in the air and waited for the woman holding the gun to come closer. She had to think quick, she was in no mood to get shot. She was sure though that this person, and the fact that there was a ton of cops around, worked for the DMA. As they would never give a gun to a Gifted if they weren't an some sort of leash.
"You are a Gifted..... DMA?" She paused for a moment as the woman came close enough to just make out the difference of her eyes. "I can help, I know where a bunch of gifted are..... See I can sense other gifted, I can also tell when others are lying.... So I would avoid lying to me." She said coolly, not afraid of the gun pulled on her. She had many guns pulled on her when she ran the street, so this no different. Well other than there was cops around and no way out, that didn't involve getting shot or taken in.
She waited for the woman to either shoot her or become intrigued and take her offer of help. Trazi knew her gift would was desired by the DMA, and as far as she knew, no one else had the gift to tell who was lying or not telling the whole truth. But one she wasn't going to mention was her ability to tell who had a higher chance of having a Gifted child. She knew what would happen then and it would killer her, but luckily she could lie and she was rather good.
