Deja looked worried, about Geo. She quickly headed to the couch. "Humns are not all evil. I know they'll be okay, these guys are tough." deja then had an idea. "Hey, maybe I can get into the computer system and look up, some footage about what went down?" Deja was great with hacking.

Tristan ran his hands down his face as Deja said humans weren't evil. He had no reson to beleive other wise, almost every human he had ever met had wanted to get rid of him, all except his sister. Tristan heard her mention security cameras. "I don't know where any are i think that they are limited access to students any how."

Deja quickly smiled. "Limited access, please! Tristan,your not the only one with an edge." Deja quickly made her way up the stairs, when she noticed the main computer. With that, she logged on to the adminstartor secruity cameras. She quickly began typing, passwords.

"Proffesor Xavier!"

Denied!

Xmen

Denied

Mutant

Denied!

Deja was very worried, looking at Geo, she smiled and it clicked.

Peace!

Granted! With that a televison came on, with the events that went down.

"Geo, what are those...are they police man. But,how are they so powerful?" Deja was really worried. Deja quickly, looked around for a Disc, put it into the harddrive, and saved the info.

"Okay,got it!"

Geo raised his eyebrows as Deja mentioned an edge. He leaned against the chair behind Deja, and quickly walked away from the computer and pounded his fist into his hand when he saw the police. "I KNEW IT!" He yelled.

The mansion had been under surveillance since the attack. Fortunately for Geo and Dream Hunter’s men had eliminated and replaced the federal observers so they weren’t going to get a surprise visit from the Stalkers. Instead they were going to get a surprise visit from a stealth team.

The dozen men making their way across the ground were invisible to human senses. These men were veterans, adept at disappearing. They made it to Geo and Dream’s location without either one of them being aware of it. Having reached them, Sergeant Foxly walked into view.

“Nice computer skills,” he commented, “but we already have a copy. We would have erased the hard drive, but that would let people know that we’d been here. As the play back has shown you, here isn’t a good place to be right now.” He spoke in a calm and relaxed manner, keeping his hands in plain sight and clear of his weapons. His men however were ready to fire should the pair prove hostile. They knew of the girl’s ability to conjure things, and that the boy could manipulate earth. If either started something they would be shot.

Deja looked in shock, at Geo. "Geo, its okay, they'll be fine." Deja then noticed a man, who commented her computer skills. "Well, thanks!" Deja then heard about them already having a copy. "Thats good to know?" Deja then heard him tell her something else.

''As the play back has shown you, here isn’t a good place to be right now.'' Deja then looked neverous. "Who are you? From what I can see your a military guy, am I correct?" Deja could tell since, she rememberer's alot about the military from her military stage. Deja then looked at Geo, hoping, he didnt do anything. Fro m what she had seen on T.V and knew from personal experience, these guys were extremely tough.

"So..did anyone else,make it?" deja was really freaked out.

Tristan stepped in front of Deja, placing himself between her and the soilders. "So i take it that there weren't many that got away." He said calmly so as not to alarm them, he didn't care if he was harmed but he did know that he wouldn't be able to live with himself if Deja was hurt. "I take it you have a place that you want us to be, but i'm warning you. I am extremly powerful and can destroy you all if i suspect treacery." He flat out lied, he was hoping to generate fear to insure Deja's saftey.

Sergeant Foxly smiled at the boy. “Four escaped,” he informed them, “Ali, Katrina, Nicki and Nail. As for your threat boy, I know you can’t back it up so don’t bother. If I wanted you dead you would be. Look.” At a nod three of his men emerged from concealment. Eight were still hidden, weapons trained on Geo and Dream, but Foxly had made his point.

“With the bill in effect there is only one safe place for you,” he went on to explain, “A resistance is gathering to fight against the government and get the bill rescinded. I’m guessing you’d both like a chance to fight back. Come with us and you’ll get that chance.”

Tristan remainded infront of Deja, his hand went behind him and held her hand. "You mean...a chance, to get revenge on them." He gestured to the computer that held the survalence footage. Tristan thought for a moment. "I want to join but i have one request...I want to go to my shop and get suplies, clothes and such." Tristan said this knowing that if Deja said know he would stay with her.

Deja, began worrying about this whole resistance stuff, would'nt it be dangerous? All these thoughts rushed through her head, as Tristan protected her. Deja, then went with her gut. "Im in!" deja, then sighed, and noticed, she needed clothes, aswell. "I have to go pack, some clothes,dont know how long, we'll be gone." Deja, then looked at Geo, and spoke. "I'll be right back,okay?" With this, Deja quickly made her way up to her room, to grab supplies, and her mp3 player. Music calmed her nerves. Deja quickly made her way up to her room. "Okay, hair brush, lipgloss, and some clothes." Deja then started to change into a White T-shirt and some Blue Jeans, aswell as sneakers. "Okay, I can do this!" With that Deja sat on her bed, to think.

Sergeant Foxly was glad they’d agreed. Hunter had said he wanted as many mutants as possible alive and in the resistance. He also doubted that shooting would go unnoticed, and the government would probably redouble its efforts, discovering the replaced observes and finding out that someone else had been here.

“Just give us the address,” he said to Geo, “Someone will pick up all your stuff without putting you at further risk. As a mutant it’s not safe to be out in public, even if you can pass for human.” As he watched Dream go he gave a barely perceptible nod. Four of the concealed men peeled off and followed her.

They saw her start to change and politely turning away enough to not watch her while still being able to see if she tried to run. When they were confident that she had finished they turned back to see her sit on the edge of the bed. Two men pulled back, emerged from concealment out of sight and walked around the corner into her room.

“We don’t have time to waste,” Corporal Marsden told her, “Grab any items of sentimental value and let’s go. Anything else you can be supplied with once we arrive.” While they did have an early warning if anyone came, the longer they stayed here the more risk they exposed themselves to.

Tristan watched as Deja wandered off, he didn't argue when the man said that they would retreve his items, he agreed that it was dangerous to be out in the open. He looked over to the desk and grabbed a peice of paper and wrote down his address. "I need the clothes from the dresser in the loft, and theres a box under the futon, in there is a roll of money that i need. I appritiate this," Tristan finished writing down the information and gave it to the man in charge. "Oh and theres a guitar leaning in the stand in the corner."

Deja quickly heard a voice speak to her.

“Grab any items of sentimental value and let’s go. Anything else you can be supplied with once we arrive.” Deja was shocked, were they looking at her? Creeps!

"Fine whatever you say, I'm on my way!" Deja then grabbed her player in her pocket and then grabbed a week's amount of clothes in her suitcase. "Happy?!" Deja then made her way down stairs looking at everyone. "Lets go, I guess." Deja then started walking to the door.

Sergeant Foxly took the instructions from Geo and nodded. “Follow us, we have transport waiting,” he said. As he headed towards the exit the remaining concealed men emerged and fell in behind, weapons at the ready and eyes scanning the surroundings.

Corporal Marsden made no comment about the girl’s attitude. So long as she was heading for the exit there wasn’t a problem as far as he was concerned. Once outside he pointed towards some black jeeps that were approaching. “That’s our ride,” he explained and headed towards them.

Tristan followed the men out of the mansion then stopped when they pointed out the jeep and reached into his pocket and grabbed his own keys. "I'll take my own ride, thanks." Tristan walked up to the mustang and opened the door.