Energetic
As gunfire ripped apart the air around his head, Reed Xanderson ducked into an ancient alleyway
Breathing heavily he ran hastily toward a rusty green door that had been left ajar.
Reed wasn't ready for this kind of action tonight, he was the new recruit, the upshot rookie. He didn't train for this, his job was never supposed to include running from armed drones with penchants for DNA scanning any random person off the street.
Granted, it was 3am and he was the only person physically on the darkened street, narrowly dodging cars as he had tried to make his way over to a certain building that they aforementioned drones had been guarding.
Reed slammed the heaving door behind himself and tried to hold his breath, he dropped to the floor and tried to hug the cold and dusty concrete as much as he could.
It was freezing, bitter, and lifesaving cold for him. Reed desperately needed to lower his body temperature, and the only way he knew how to do something like that would be to move his own sweaty body heat to something else nearby.
So, he did exactly that.
Reed focused as hard as he could and felt the warmth leave his body and disperse into the floor beneath him.
This was incredibly dangerous, and could likely begin to kill him. But this was necessary, as even if he died on this concrete floor, hands groping in the darkness tracing white lightning into the floor, this would be better than what would happen if the drone caught him.
According to their outdated heat sensors, he had opened the door and suddenly disappeared as one of the floating quad copters hovered outside the arcane door.
It couldn't make sense of the anomaly and joined it's cluster of other drones to search for Reed somewhere else.
Before Reed fell out of consciousness, he heard the drone putter away.
"Thank God..." He whispered, his breath turning white in the cold air.
It was a bad night to be an Energetic.