(OOC: sorry I haven't been posting, three times now I've written my post, and my internet failed before I could finish and post.)
(Aly)
The bullets flew towards them, bringers of death, but then stopped suddenly, as if a giant wall blocked them. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Tylee and the other girl conversing, but her main attention was focused on the man in front of her. His arms were held in front of him, as if to ward of the bullets, and he was grinning darkly at the MRF. He was the wall! That must be his power- a force field, or something like it. A power similar to hers.
The MRF, at some unspoken signal, stopped firing. One of the men (or was it a woman? With the helmets, who could tell?) tossed something small and round towards them. It rolled to a stop, and Aly froze. A grenade! She cringed back, and it exploded.
Smoke undulated on the other side, rolling against an invisible force. The man gave a harsh bark of laughter, and the wall must have dissipated, for the smoke was no longer bound. With a flash of instinct, Aly knew why- the MRF could not see them, and did not realize that the barrier was gone. Suddenly, though, one of the women motioned for everyone to get down, and the others flung themselves to the floor, pulling Aly and the others with them. Just as quickly, the gunfire resumed, tearing through the delicate veil of smoke.
(Agent Wanton)
Giving the civilian a curt nod, the Commanding Officer turned and marched back towards the tanks. Suddenly, though, someone shouted...something about injuries and...well, whatever it was, it was loud. Immediately, Agent Wanton trained his gun upon the shouting mans chest. Paramedics were racing towards the wreckage. Somewhere during the commotion, news teams had arrived, and several reporters were talking loudly to their cameras.
Agent Wanton blinked and relaxed, turning back to the civilian, professional again. "Follow me to the tank, please, and don't say anything to the vultu-I mean, the news reporters. He turned on his heel and headed back towards the tanks, ignoring the many reporters who asked him for a word. Inside, he was cussing as loud as he could at the stupid vultures.