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"Move now," Phoenix said and threw herself up through the hole she created and went immediately to the right. She could hear Imp right behind her but the beating of his wings was strained and off, from the wound and by the looks of things still lodged in his shoulder since it didn't come through and hit her. "Sharp left and angle 45 degrees up!" she called back in warning only a second before she preformed and barrel roll and then into a flip so her feet landed on the wall and she kicked off to quickly redirect herself up the stairs.

Behind her Imp's wings sounded like they were getting stronger but still not healed. "We're going to the roof, when we are up there, I need you to run. Stay between the buildings. I have another hide out just like this 6 miles south, south west of here. You'll find it." The next moment later Phoenix blasted onto the roof and landed and turned towards where the bullet before had come from. Her hawk eyes zoned in on the robot quickly, but only an instant before she saw a flash. As if in slow motion Phoenix leaned to the left, her wing extending to push Imp out of harms way. In that movement, the bullet cut over her right arm, cutting a deep gash in her bicep and went right through her extended wing and narrowly missed Imp. When the bullet passed through her wing it clipped on of the fragile hollow bones and fractured slightly, but more that enough to make flying a dangerous and just an all around bad idea.

CRACK!

Phoenix put her flaming left hand over her right wound and cauterized it quickly. Her wing on the other hand could not be taken care of that quickly. Phoenix looked back at the robot and saw its glowing eye locked on her. Very slowly she shifted to the left. Then the right. Every moved she took the eye followed her. "Imp. I need to you go. Now. This thing is after me. Not you. Run. Now!"

In that instant, wing be damned, Phoenix launched herself at the robot, her wings beating furiously, pain shooting up her wing into her shoulder with ever move of her wing, but she had her goal. Fists flaming, she flew right at the tin can, not letting up as she rushed forward.

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It was a strange thing really. The man was obviously not all there and he seemed to be fighting with himself, or thinking hard about his actions. As Steven rushed in, other Agents from both ends of the hall now were taking their positions. Some with guns, others with newer weapons such as the nylon gun and the tazer. Glancing around Steven took in everything that could happen if this man was a mutant. First, he was greatly out numbered. Unless he could teleport there was no exit. Telekinesis there could be some problem, with the tazer there was nothing physical flying at him. On and on the possibilities ran in only the matter of seconds. Then Steven saw the man stand up, a crazed look to his eye but these things were not new to him. As the mutant came closer Steven drew his tazer and quickly took aim and fired just as the mutant extended his hand to his forehead.