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  Caden

  As the girl crashed out through a window, he cursed, turned on his heel, and dashed back through the doors, all in one fluid motion. He hardly registered the chanting of his title by the commoners who'd gathered, which died down as soon as he stepped out the bank.

  "Geryll, hoverlimo, now!" he barked, running towards his right hand man. Geryll immediately fished out a car remote from his pocket and slammed his thumb down on the appropriate button. In a few seconds and with no more than a few quiet clicks, the limo was off the ground, its wheels gone, and its overall build had taken on a suitably streamlined shape. Without further ado, Caden and Geryll climbed into it and it took off with nary a hushed whisper from its thrusters.

  "You saw where she went, right?"

  Geryll nodded. "Did you figure out her ability?"

  "Wind manipulation." It had been obvious. The second Caden had stepped into the bank, he had felt the harsh brushes of wind, something one did not usually find in banks. It had been all over the place, weak, scattered gusts of wind, but he'd suspected that had he been closer to any of his men or the girl, it would have felt stronger. "Clearly, she has some idea of how to use it. She was puppeting my men with the wind alone."

  They were getting closer. The hoverlimo - or "Andy" as Geryll had come to affectionately call it - was experiencing a bout of turbulence that did not seem to be letting up any time soon. Caden braced himself on the smooth dashboard. He was glad that neither of them were in the habit of ornamenting the car with bobble-heads or other useless doodads for any one of those would have surely jumped into a window or one of their faces with the car's severe shuddering.

  Perhaps this was a bad idea. They were in the air, and any idiot with half a brain could tell that they were in the girl's territory now. A sack of cash wasn't worth risking everything he'd worked for after coming so far. However, if he let her go, fresh rumours would spread, gleeful, mocking whispers of how the supposedly fearsome Shadow Master had been trounced by some rookie. Aspiring ruffians would take it as an invitation to rise against him and no matter how amateur they were, it would be annoying to have to wipe off those worthless pests. It would get in the way of his plans and he had much bigger dreams than wasting his time dealing with small-time crooks. They wouldn't even be considered as training exercise.

  There she was. She didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, drifting in the air like that, with what seemed to be her phone floating before her. Eyes darkening, he rolled the window down and was met with a rush of wind, ruffling his short hair. Geryll glanced over to him as he manoeuvred as best as he could around the harsh wind trails the girl left in her wake.

  “You got something?”

  Caden reached into the holster secured on his hip, pulling out a pistol. From appearances alone, one could already tell that it was no ordinary handgun. He reached once more, this time into a pocket on the inside of his black overcoat. When his hand retreated back out into the open, his fingers were curled around a few bullets. He loaded his gun.

  “I’ve always got something.”

  He opened the car door, simultaneously pressing a button just by the handle. The car floor extended beneath him, just enough so he could crouch behind the door, half out the car. His arms stretched through the open window and he took aim. He fired. The wind was still whipping around something fierce but if he couldn’t tinker a gun to cause enough propulsion to withstand something as simple as the air, then he’d be a fool to try and claim a seat among the top villains at the Imperium. True to his aim, the bullet zipped through the air, shoving back against the irritated nudges the wind attempted to give, crossing the distance between them and the girl in mere milliseconds.

  Then it wasn’t a bullet anymore. Right before it would hit its target, the casing split apart and a metallic netting of sorts was flung open. Inertia propelled it forwards and as soon as it had its target, its magnetic ends would click together, effectively trapping the target. Simple. Caden was rather proud of this one, honestly – it paid off to see the laughable expressions on idiots who were expecting to dodge a bullet and didn’t foresee the expansive length of the net in their way.
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