Christian was gathering the few things he had left in the small space he'd inhabited however long he'd been in Tulsa. It was the same place he'd stayed in previously, and the same place he'd brought Chelsea back to that time. The thought of her brought a smile to his face, and he hoped she was giving her captors hell.
He replaced the watch Anita had given him to his wrist, not able to stop himself looking it over once again. He was sure it must have been expensive, but she'd passed it off as something almost insignificant.
With one final look around the room, he grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and made for the door. He neglected to lock the door, and went to find his motorcycle.
When he got there, he found two men standing over it. Not looking like your average motorcycle thieves, Christian stopped a few metres away and simply frowned.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, as one stood up from the seat.
"Christian Thomas, I presume."
"Maybe. Your turn."
The two men glanced at each other, before one of them began to reach inside his coat. In a flash he'd pulled a dart gun out, and fired it.
Christian stopped the dart inches from his body, plucked it from the air, and studied it.
"You don't want to tell me who you are that badly?" he sounded surprised.
"You currently own something our employer... wants," the taller of the two revealed.
"What, the watch?" Christian raised his eyebrows, "because I got that for Christmas."
The shorter of the two armed the gun again and Christian frowned.
"Null him," the man ordered as the other adjusted his gloves.
"S***," Christian cursed, darting backwards suddenly.
Knowing already he wouldn't have enough time to get out of the firing range of the gun, he spun and fell to his hands and knees. A dagger flew from his right boot, hitting the gunmen in the left leg.
The man yelled out and almost collapsed as Christian made a run for it.
The taller man immediately leant down, taking the gun from his associate. Christian was at the door when he heard it fire, and felt the sting in his right shoulder.
Cursing again, he quickly pulled the dart out and threw it aside. He took time for a glance back - catching the eyes of the gunman - before he made a break for the streets.
The man was following. And Christian knew he was gaining. He also knew he had to lose him before he lost consciousness. Continually taking glances back, he began to weave in and out of the general public on the street... his eyes getting heavier and heavier and his pace already beginning to slow.
Leroy
After enjoying a small but sufficient meal in a cafe, Leroy headed back out into the street. It had been a few days now, and he hadn't had much luck tracking down Christian, although he thought that he had found the right area. By now, though, Christian had probably split. He'd stay until he'd exhausted all his possibilities though.
He saw Christian running, stumbling through the street, or someone who looked like him. Wait! It was Christian!
Leroy moved in on him, noting the pursuer. His power automatically went out, seeking likely targets for explosion. Fortunately, he was closer than the pursuer and managed to grab hold of Christian's arm.
Christian
Christian, startled at the sudden touch, lost what balance he had left and collapsed sideways.
"Help me," he murmured, vision too blurry to see who was there.
Leroy
"Don't worry, Christian, I will," Leroy promised.
He lifted him up and held him upright just as the pursuer arrived.
"Oh good," he said. "You caught him. I'm afraid my brother is a little distrubed."
He closed the distance but Leroy held up his hand.
"Nice try," he said. "But if you're related, I'm the Queen's mother."
And on that note, Leroy exploded the charge in his gun. Another dart shot... and landed in the pursuers' own foot.
"Nighty night," Leroy said.
Christian
Christian cringed as the man collapsed, almost falling over again.
And then he closed his eyes and couldn't open them again.
"Where am I?" he moaned, about to pass out.
Leroy
"In safe hands," Leroy replied as Christian passed out.
He carried Christian to a nearby bench, then pulled out his mobile phone and organised transport back to the station, and the rehab facility.