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"You don't want to do this Jonah, let the girl go, I wont have to hurt you." Jonah's attention was directed again at Angel, and this time he was looking down the barrel of a gun. It seemed the agent had come double-armed.

"I might not even have to keep you prisoner," she continued, and Jonah thought he read sincerity on her face. "A person like yourself? You could be a great asset to the Area." She was either offering him a deal, or was very good at bluffing. He really couldn't tell.

He stood over Zara, trying to figure out how to react to Angel's strange 180. He had only been here a year, but he knew there were only two types of people in this facility: us and them. His answer solidified in his head.

"Join me Jonah," she prompted when he said nothing.

"Never," he said, and with a huge burst of effort, he lifted Zara remotely and threw her with his mind, sending her out of the corridor to where the witch and the white-haired boy had disappeared. At the same time, he heard a gunshot and felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.