His watch beeped to inform him it was now midnight. They drove slowly up to the gas station as Michael rolled down the windows. The agents standing out side saw the vehicle approaching and stood up, ready at the alert. Max and Michael put their hands out the window and aimed.
From where Kyle was sitting, all he could see was giant flashes of light beaming off the desert surrounding them. He looked at where Isabel was sitting, she was squinting her eyes, turning her head away from all the flashes and the noise of the guns being fired. Kyle started the engine and drove towards the light.
Isabel's feet touched the ground, she closed the van door and watched it speed away. It was her turn now!
Max struck each agent with preciseness, the power not enough to kill them, but enough to make then unconscious for a few days. Maria braked the car, and Max and Michael got out, before she sped away into the desert night.
A guard pointed a gun at Max as he was blasting an agent; oblivious to how close he was to death. His finger lay on the trigger, ready to be pulled. He felt a sudden warmth in his chest, and as he looked down he saw a hand being removed from his shirt. The warm feeling intensified to become a burning pain, and his screams were drowned out by those of others. He looked up and saw into Isabel's eyes, before dropping to the ground.
Max, seeing an open door, ran inside, only to be confronted by a gun pointed into the back of his head. The voice was similar to one from his past, but he couldn't see his face.
"Now now Mr Evans, you didn't think it would be that easy did you?"
Ten more Agents surrounded him, guns pointed at his head and chest. He had failed. There was no way he would get out of this alive, there was no way he would be able to save Liz.
The room was large for a gas station, almost like a warehouse. There was a table and chairs over near a sink in the corner, concrete floors, and a tiny window letting in little light. There was no way to escape
Michael stood, hiding behind a barrel next to the doorway, concentrating hard on the powers coming from his hand. He looked up to see the roof crumbling. He ducked just in time, the ceiling of the warn out station falling all around him. The concrete was hard hitting his back, and he fell under the rubble. Even after fifteen years, he hadn't gotten better at making the falling roof miss him. The building all around him shook, making it hard for him to stand. He looked around to see all of the strewn bodies lying under the wreckage. A body was moving, trying to stand up, and he extended his arm at the ready.
Max stood up, almost falling over again, his powers were being drained, making him weak. He looked into Michael's eyes, and it was all he needed to know that Max was thankful.
Max's eyes were suddenly drawn to what looked like a storage room. It had multiple chains and locks, and a metal door. Michael followed his line of vision and instantly knew what Max was thinking. Isabel ran through the door, fearing for her brothers and Michael's life after hearing a crash and seeing the building shake.
"MAX! MICHAEL WHAT…"
She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the room, covered with debris and bodies. She then saw the door, where everyone's attention seemed to be focused on.
As if in slow motion, Max walked over and stood a few metres away from it, he extended his arm, shaking from the overload of emotions. A light was emitted from his hand, melting in teh the metal, making it glow red. The door flew into the room, creating a cloud of dust. He walked into the door way and saw the tiny figure huddles into the corner. The name escaped his mouth without him even realising it.
"Liz!"