Snippet #1798

2010:: New York City
Morgan was sprinting as fast as she could through New York's streets and ally ways, wishing briefly she'd worn something a little easier to run in. She could hear the two agents huffing and swearing behind her; obviously the Company hadn't expected a Technopath like her to be so fit. She yelped as a Taser came flying past her neck, deflecting it away instinctively with her magnetic ability. So they weren't complete idiots. The other shots were deflected in the same manner.
Morgan slowed down as she had an idea, turning to face the approaching agents, both running and huffing with their taser and guns raised. She bit her lip, reaching outwards and trying to manipulate the fields around her. For a tense moment, nothing happened. The next second, the agents found their guns were ripped out of their hands, zooming towards the girl in front of them, and they'd almost run into a barricade of metal objects. They exchanged looks. Her file hadn't said anything about that.
Morgan sighed, running a hand through her hair. What did the Company want with her? They'd bagged and tagged her, she'd been keeping her nose clean since the Kirby Plaza over-up, she'd watched the whole thing over CCTV. She'd almost been caught by the Company a few days afterwards.
She was so busy thinking, while not using her powers, that she bumped into some guy just standing in the middle of the street. "Oh, sorry," She muttered, stepping backwards glancing at the man's face. "Wait- You...You're Peter Petrelli, am I right?" Morgan grinned.