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Harper stared at the kid. Why did this dumbass talk this much? No one asked him to. “Okay,” Harper said, “We won’t fight. I don’t have time for this. So, I’ve decided you’re going to be too busy.” After Harper said that, he walked right up to Charlie and pressed his hands against Charlie’s chest. Without much hesitation, Harper activated his abilities, letting the thin layer of sweat come out and then in a flash, he let the heat build up before a small explosion came undone. Small enough to be unnoticed, but strong enough to send Charlie backwards. “Dumbass,” Harper muttered.
“How can you decide that I’m going to get to bu--,” Charlie couldn’t even finish his last word before Harper shot an explosion at him. He didn’t even have time to react before he felt himself forced through the air and then, he fell into the center of the crowd. Charlie scrambled up - he was clumsy and he knew this, but he was struggling to get up. When he finally forced himself up, he looked around and then tried to figure out how to explain this away to the agents that were now approaching him. He gasped and pointed toward Harper’s direction, but not at him, “The person who shot me! He’s running over that way! You should catch him. He’s dangerous!” He didn’t point out Harper, but he knew that they were going to run through his direction; that guy was going to be late to whatever the hell he was going to.









