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He let her yell. Drew let Kate have her say. He paid no attention to the flaming chair. It wasn't important. Once she'd finished and sat down he started in, trying to keep his voice just under a yell.

"Well maybe if you'd given some of us more time to get to know you that would have changed. But if you don't wanna be here the just ^*($ing go. Nothing's keeping you here. After all we're so horrible to you why would you want to spend any more time here? Why'd you even bother coming back if that was the case hmm? Just wanted to ogle Sam some more? Or do you need us?"

Drew stared at her and the then the chair. He snorted.

"That's the only reason you came back isn't it? You don't give a damn about any of us here. We could all rot in heck for all you care. You just want to use us to get control of your mutation so you can go back to playing around Italy like the spoiled little heiress you are! And to think I actually worried about you. I'm sure Sam will do his best to help you and then you can go, your highness. You won't have to tolerate the presence of the horrible peasants who can't possibly understand what you're going through despite the fact that you never even bothered to let them try."

He turned to walk away. Drew had nothing left to say to a girl that was acting that bloody spoiled and selfish. He had nothing left to say to a girl that didn't appreciate everything the mansion tried to do for her.

Gina seemed to understand what he meant. Drew could always clarify later. For now they needed to get to the trees. Every so often Drew turned and fired off a volley or two to keep their pursuers busy. Thankfully the chasers were ambushed by the other team right as he and Gina hit the trees.

"Well that should keep 'em busy."

Drew looked around. There were a couple of promising clumps of trees to hide in that he could see already. He pointed them out to Gina.

"We've got a couple of good ambush positions there captain. We could hide there until the enemy comes in sight, throw a few balloons, and then run."

Drew wandered around the trees, looking for good defensible positions and good places to ambush from. As he did this he called back to Gina.

"What do ya think captain? Set up an ambush here or continue on in hopes of something more defensible?"

It didn't surprise Drew at all that Jorge sounded horrified at his actions. The Drew that Jorge had last seen been weak. Drew knew now that he always would be weak. However the point here was that he was not as weak as he had been. The coffee hit the mutant as he stood over an old man. It served its purpose in getting the boy's attention. Jorge meanwhile seemed to have rid himself of the crying cause of the catastrophe in an attempt to stop him. Judging by the mutant's words the canine part of him had completely taken over in the course of the boy's anger. Drew frowned. There would be no reasoning with this one then. Jorge tried to get him to back off. Drew just shook his head.

"Well then I suppose it's a good thing I wasn't planning on trying that." he shot Jorge a look just as serious as the one he'd given him, "I'm not backing off. You're on your own here and you're off duty. It'll take a while for back up to get here since you can't call."

Drew eyed the weredog.

"Besides, if we let him injure or kill someone then he'll probably end up dead."

Mere moments later the dogman sprang into motion and Drew moved to one side and then threw out a quick kick aimed at the boy's side. It wasn't his strongest but hopefully it would connect and send him off course from Jorge.

"You just work on your water. I'll keep him busy."

He followed up his kick with a hard punch. Sure the kid was angry and dangerous but he was hardly Sam or Mr. Muscles. Drew wasn't too concerned.

Being out in the city wasn't nearly as relaxing as it used to be. Now it was a maze and a minefield all rolled into one. Trying to get anywhere while running into as few people as possible was practically impossible and yet it was necessary for Drew's sanity. If he was in large crowds the chances of that feeling happening were infinitely more than if he stayed on backstreets and alleyways. So he avoided them as much as possible. Of course he could always stay at the mansion but it happened there too and he would be subject to curiosity, pity, and well meaning attempts to help. Drew didn't want to end up in the psych ward, even if he did perhaps need it.

All this brought into consideration meant that Drew was moody and nervous. It was difficult to be anything but depressed or scared. In the end Drew had eventually decided he needed coffee. He'd waited through a long line, gotten his standard black coffee, and sat down in an out of the way corner to, in essence, sulk and nurse the caffeinated beverage. About thirty minutes and half a cup of coffee later the coffee shop was treated to a very annoying teenager at the counter. She was one of those entitled brats it seemed that liked nothing better than to yell at anyone who would give them a reason.

Her diatribe didn't last long though. Moments later the poor barista that had been the target of her ire let out a howl worthy of any good werewolf movie and began to morph. The chaos began then. Drew sighed. There went his peace. He surged out of his seat, intent on saving the young woman from her somewhat deserved mauling. Not out of concern for the girl. No she wasn't of any consequence. Drew was worried for the mutant that had just transformed. If he succeeded in mauling or killing the girl then the cops would have little reason to hold back on putting him down like the dog he transformed into. However his action was preempted by a familiar face.

It had been a while since he'd seen Jorge. Here he was at a coffee shop saving lives but not in uniform. The man just didn't seem to have good luck with days off did he? Drew moved back and grabbed his half finished cup of coffee and popped the lid off. Then he walked toward the mutant, pausing to nod to Jorge with a slight smirk.

"Hello Officer Cervantes. Been a while hasn't it? Probably your day off right? Maybe you should stop taking days off. The city might be a bit less chaotic that way."

Then Drew proceeded within throwing range of the mad mutt and tossed his still warm coffee at him to get his attention.

"Hey Spot, wanna play?"

Tattoos huh? Drew watched her display with fascination. He was actually very glad she wasn't a human. He wouldn't have liked having to hate her. It did make him curious. He extended his left arm so that she could see the four black bands decorating his wrist and forearm.

"Think you could do something with that?"

He wanted to know if she could manipulate it. That would mean it was ink of a sort. After all the pain and what not from his promises and various run ins he sort of doubted that anything Allison could throw at him would surprise him. He wouldn't tell her anything about them until after she tried.

Drew backed off just in time for Rainbird to dissolve into a fit of giggles. When she finally regained the ability to speak he learned that he wasn't the only one that thought so. Even more fascinating, he learn about a friend that Rainbird had whose personality changed with what they smelled. Drew felt a pang of sympathy for her. Here moments ago he'd been indulging in a pity party and yet there was someone in a similar situation out there. It was still difficult to concentrate on the good things mind you but he didn't feel quite so alone now.

"I know how she feels." he muttered.

The thought occurred that he hadn't properly introduced himself.

"I'm Andrew Leroy by the way. Andrew or Drew will do."

He settled back down onto a seat on the fountain wall and went back to staring at the clouds.

Drew held his tongue. She didn't understand. How could she? She didn't have to live with constantly being pulled this way and that due to compulsions caused by a mutant ability. He couldn't not think about the bad things because they were always there. Always reminding him of them even when he did get a chance forget. Even when he'd been playing with Rainbird he'd thought about them. No, it was better not to forget. It was better to hate. Let her keep her philosophy, it did him no good now.

"If you say so."

Drew counted the clouds for a few long minutes before he heard the ring of a cell phone. He blinked.

"Huh?"

He fished his own cell phone out of his pocket to check. Nope, wasn't him.