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         The female's words were met with silence, blue eyes simply watching her warily lest she move in a threatening manner. The experiment was surprised to see the stranger not only stay away from him, but turn around and head elsewhere as her weapon dropped to the floor. She wasn't going to come after him?

For a while, subject 873 remained perfectly still, his arsenal of objects hovering around him going lower and lower until he couldn't hold them in the air any longer. He was just too tired, and adrenaline only lasted for so long. Household items clattered to the floor, and the furniture stopped trying to move towards him. Sweat gathered on his face, causing his hair to cling to his neck and brow. It was hard to move multiple objects simultaneously. Even though he stopped using his powers, subject 873 remained on alert in spite of his weariness, tense and waiting for the young woman to suddenly come back and try to accost him. Minutes dragged by and still nothing happened.

After a half of an hour, the male's body began to relax in submission- fatigue replacing his adrenaline-and-fear triggered bout of stamina at last (though he remained alert far longer than would be considered normal for such a heightened state of awareness). Letting out a sigh, he allowed his head to fall with a thud against the couch he was still hiding behind. It really was the most comfortable piece of furniture he'd ever encountered. And nothing like the cot in his cell...

Wandering thoughts were interrupted by a sudden ding resounding through the modest house, causing subject 873 to flinch and curl up once more, squeezing himself into the darkest corner he could manage near the sofa. His eyes darted around, and he covered his mouth to stifle a panicked whine as a familiar voice announced itself.

"Open up! This is the police!" called a GenTech guard. Police? What was this word? The young woman had said it too...was she part of the organization?!