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Zephyr followed his crimson companion through the underground tunnel that led into sanctuary's lower bowels, so far his mission was progressing very nicely, not only had he discovered one of the priority targets Hunter had listed but the elemental had also uncovered a secret entrance into the supposed this supposed haven. 'The question is how long will my good luck last?'

As they left the tunnels Simon listened silently as Abyss informed that he would most likely not be finding employment within the order any time soon. Such words prompted a response and so Zephyr allowed a suitable slight scowl to emerge as he released an irritated sigh, "I don't suppose you could put in a good word for me? I need some funds fairly quickly..." he trailed off as they emerged into what could best be described as a changing room, there were stalls and lockers lined up against the walls and down the middle of the floor and even a metallic grate set into the ground to catch any stray liquids. While Abyss was changing Zephyr took the opportunity to test a few of the lockers and discover their contents only to find that they were locked tight. Normally this wouldn't have been much of a problem for him however at the moment he couldn't afford to be too reckless; there was still too much to do.

In response to the question of residence Zephyr polite demeanor remained constant as he shook his head with a sad smile, "I'm afraid not, I've just taken out a lease on a rather expensive apartment and I plan on taking full advantage of it, perhaps at a later date though it will be realistic to move in here"

As Abyss started listing off the different areas within sanctuary the elemental kept his ears peeled for anything that might sound remotely useful, he doubted the scarlet man would mention the security control room or the buildings servers but sometimes things did slip. Unfortunately that didn't happen this time and Zephyr was left with a rather ordinary list, "Tell me do you have any type of training area? A place where mutants can practice their abilities without worry of injuring someone?"

((OOC: That's fine, I'm not really that bothered to be honest))

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Zephyr blinked as a gloved fist froze not a inch from his face, close enough for him to make out the individual cracks in the leather work. This certainly wasn't the kind of greeting he'd been expecting; didn't most people typically offer thanks after they were aided? Yet it seemed this hulking brute was quite content to separate his head from his shoulders.

The elementals masked companion then proceeded to trigger some sort of alarm which promptly trapped the two of them between two solid sheets of steel. Something that didn't bother Zephyr in the slightest; as long as he had access to air in some form or another he considered himself nigh invincible to physical assaults and could most likely shred their steel prison if he put enough effort into it. However his purpose here was to discover as much about Sanctuary as he could and that would be so much easier if they considered him a friend.

Taking a weary breath Simon took a step back from Abyss and glanced at him with a deadpan expression,"You certainly have an interesting way of expressing your thanks" he said in a dry tone of voice deliberately showing that he was in no way intimidated by his companions superior size. In response to Abyss's question though Zephyr allowed one eyebrow to raise upwards in rise slightly as an indicator of his amusement, 'He hasn't figured it out? Who else would willingly follow him into a back alley?' Summoning a portion of his gift Zephyr created a sudden gust of wind which circulated around the enclosed room once before dissipating.

"I go by Zephyr and the reason I have followed you is that I wish to seen as an ally of Sanctuary"

'Now this is interesting'

It seemed as though a mob had decided to form outside the ornate golden gates that guarded Sanctuarys entrance. As with most mobs they were loud, crude and most of all stupid. Bellowing curses and waving their homemade protest posters, they looked every bit like the 70's rejects they seemed desperate to impersonate, or so it seemed to Zephyr anyway.

Standing atop the roof of a building just across the street from Sancturay the elemental gazed down at the overcrowded street and wondered how he would he be able to enter the complex without somehow attracting the attention of the fools below. He was half tempted to simply create a localized twister to sweep the stubborn protesters out the street and down into the center of town. Such an idea though was quickly dismissed; such an apparently random act of nature would garner too much attention from the media and could simply lead to a greater mob standing on the sanctuary's doorstep which would only make it more difficult for Simon to enter unnoticed.

As Zephyr was pondering this conundrum a feral cry of rage met his ears and upon locating it's source he discovered a squad of masked individuals swiftly making batting members of the crowd away like flies. Something about the figures seemed familiar but the elemental just couldn't put his finger on it. 'Whoever they are it's obvious they're working for Sanctuary' he told himself, 'Perhaps they're part of the Order Hunter was talking about, if that's the case...'

Simon narrowed his eyes and corner of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly. Who said he needed to enter the building unnoticed? Hunter hadn't seemed particularly concerned about how they got their information as long as they got it, so why not enter as an obvious ally?

Taking a deep breath Zephyr narrowed his eyes to slits as he called upon the uncountable air currents that roamed the sky and directed them down to the street below. The wind was weak at first for Simon wanted them to at least seem natural, gradually though they increased in strength until it was the point where people were finding it difficult to maintain their balance. As Simon was observing his handiwork he made sure that his winds avoided the masked assailants who had originally been dealing with the crowd. After all it wouldn't do to attack the people you were trying to befriend.

Still trapped within his own element Zephyr’s appearance was akin to that of statue suspended ten feet in mid air. He could not move, he could not speak, he couldn’t even truly breathe; relying upon his gift to mine the rare particles of oxygen from the suffocating mass which surrounded him before transporting it down his choked throat and into his starving lungs. The process was not an enjoyable one for his body still believed it was suffocating and was continually attempting to implement the gag reflex to remove the abnormal obstruction yet his inability to move meant that he could only receive the constant, and rather unpleasant, signals from nervous system incorrectly telling him that he was slowly dying. ‘This is absurd' he growled silently within the confines of his own mind, ‘I will not be beaten by some slip of a girl in the middle of nowhere!’

In truth, the elementals anger was merely a façade; his current emotions ran far beyond simple rage or fury, Zephyr was scared. He was completely vulnerable, utterly powerless, not since he had gained the strength to defy his father had the young man felt quite as helpless as he did now. Closing his eyes Simon’s mind involuntarily delved into the vault of his memories and recalled the image of his father. The man had never had any love for his only son, seeing the child only as an obstacle in his quest for power and wealth whom he blamed on his late mistress. Simon recalled clearly all of the mans drunken rants about “the damn harlot” who had given birth to him 18 ½ years ago. Everything had been his mothers fault. A fact that his father had made sure Simon knew all to well, after all “she” was the reason a former business tycoon now had his business shunned by half the moral population. It was because of “her” that his father now had to prostrate himself before his real wife and beg her forgiveness in order to avoid a complex and expensive divorce. “She” was the reason he now had a bastard son to look after who was every bit as useless as his mother, everything would have been better if he had simply never met “her”.

Zephyr’s azure eyes snapped open and his heart rate increased rapidly as his old childhood memories reawakened old sensations he had long since buried; the desire to improve himself, to convince himself that he was not useless, that he was better than his mother, that he was worth… something.

With the blood pounding in his ears and his finite supply of oxygen rapidly extinguishing itself the elemental grappled with his bindings once more straining now with not only his gift but with every force at his disposal, veins and arteries pulsed violently as they delivered energy throughout his body, offering strength to underdeveloped muscles which now battled with all their might against the intangible bonds which held them still, as they strived to accomplish the will of their master and prove to him once again to the invisible specter of his father which floated before his eyes, ‘I’m not useless!’

Despite his anger and the adrenaline running through his veins it is unlikely that the elemental would have been unable to avoid the fate dealt to him by his bizarre bindings had his attention not suddenly become focused on something beside himself. The object of his focus would have been enough to dislodge anyone from their thoughts, it was not everyday after all that one finds themselves the target of an ancient car wreck hurtling along at well over 60mph. Fortunately for the mercenary though his prison was not only capable of keeping him encaged, it also had the ability to keep any foreign presence out. So when the steel husk slammed into the inert mass of air it reacted as though it had collided with a steel barrier and crumpled in upon itself like tissue paper before the young mans eyes and was enough to remove almost all thoughts of his less than happy childhood.

‘Where the hell did that come from?’ Simon thought in confusion as he glanced about with semi wide eyes and fought to turn his head and trace the abrupt projectiles path. His head however was just as immobile as the rest of his form and so his attempts were less than successful, not willing to be deterred so easily though the elemental extended his awareness to the space outside his unnatural prison for the first time since he had been encaged. When his mind encountered the raging vortex’s and howling winds which had been born from the residue flow of his powers his features morphed into outright shock; how had this happened?! When had he allowed his control to slip? Zephyr’s pride needled the back of his mind with these petty questions even as his more logical side came to the fore and swiftly instructed him to take the reins of his chaotic creations and Simon complied without hesitation.

In seconds what had once been a raging maelstrom of elemental fury was reduced to no more than a completely natural light summer breeze blowing through the cracked window pane, rusting machinery and iron debris dropped to the floor with a metallic clatter and everything fell still… for about five seconds.

Within his transparent cage Zephyr continued his assault with renewed vigour. He hadn’t had the chance to utilize his full potential until now; having become too distracted by his emotions concerning his current predicament he’d failed to notice a fair proportion of his strength had leaked away and wasted itself in the manifestation of some outlandish weather system. However now that his powers were once more completely at his command the elemental found himself now almost humming with energy, more than enough to deal with present situation. ‘Fist things first’ he told himself as he focused his thoughts upon thin coil of air and blasted it forward with his newly recovered strength, ejecting a piece of the frozen mass from the strange shell that surrounded him and at last giving him a clear passageway through which to breathe, something the mercenary wasted no time in doing. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to capacity with fresh, untainted air, allowing his element to refresh him in both body and mind as he summoned the power necessary to completely shatter his invisible bindings, to prove to the miserable girl below him that there was contest between them, that she would always be beneath him. However just when he had gathered the amount of energy he deemed necessary to burst from his prison, the air abruptly lost it’s alien presence, relaxing it’s oppressive hold as it once more started to shift and flow as was it’s nature.

Now most people would have considered this a good thing since naturally it meant one was no longer imprisoned and could enjoy relative freedom. However this was not the case with Zephyr who floated back down to the earth amid barely audible panting as his lungs worked to carry oxygen throughout his body through the process known as respiration. Although it had not been obvious the merc’s muscles, such as they were, had been straining for quite some time against his unnatural prison and were now shivering with fatigue and drenched in a thin layer of sweat. It would be a few minutes before he could walk without difficulty and so the elemental leaned himself against an undamaged sheet of scrap metal and contented himself to simply stare at the unconscious form of Trista Evans without really seeing her.

Something had clearly gone wrong during their little scuffle; he had been dominating her the entire time, her early attacks had been laughable and of no real consequence even her freezing ability had proved to be no real threat, at least initially. Then somehow, at the point when things should have ended the girl had managed to pull a wild card out of her meager arsenal and things had deteriorated rapidly from there. What truly bothered Zephyr was the not the amount of power that Tris had managed to instill into her attack, although that was a factor, no the real issue was how the girl had managed to achieve the control necessary to create her unnatural prison. The elemental had learned from experience with own abilities that a mutants power was normally closely linked to their emotions and so that could explain the redheads rise in strength; she had experienced some powerful emotion, most likely fear, and that had given her the required boost which had allowed her mutation to hold him for so long. However it did nothing to explain her enhanced control, “Practice is the key to control” he murmured to himself as his eyes refocused on Trista’s prone form, “It is not something that can be achieved overnight or gained in an instant…”

Pushing off the wall the British merc crossed the short distance between the two of them and stood glaring down at the helpless girl as though hoping his eyes would bore into her skull and give him the answer. “How did you do it?” he whispered as he crouched down to her level and cupped her chin in his hand to raise her face to his, “someone at your level… it shouldn’t be possible…” trailing off the elemental lowered her head and averted his gaze, why was he worrying about this? He was the victor here wasn’t he? Even if she hadn’t fallen unconsciousness and been unable to continue to her attack he would have beaten her anyway. Still he couldn’t dismiss the question from his mind, he needed to figure out what had happened; a mere girl should not have posed any sort of challenge to him, but this… ‘…a moment of extreme positive karma’ he decided after great length, which was just his way of saying Tris had been unbelievably lucky, ‘a once in a lifetime anomaly not to be repeated’

Armed now with an explanation Zephyr turned back to the unmoving redhead and debated what he should do next. Although he was indeed better off than Tris that did not mean he was completely comfortable; his muscles were stretched and would no doubt be sore in a few hours and he could feel the beginnings of a mild migraine forming at his temples. The sensible thing to do right now would be to return to his apartment and allow his body to relax, however he still had no idea where his where motorcycle was and the idea of leaving without it either in his possession or in pieces after all he’d been through did not sit well with the elemental. Ironically the only one who knew the location of said machine was the unconscious girl at his feet who would probably be more likely to spit in his face then tell him what he wanted to know. After considering the consequences for a moment Zephyr extended a hand, ‘It’s not as though she’s in any condition to go another round’ he thought humourlessly as he gently shook Tris’s shoulder to see if she would wake up. The moment his hand made contact though he knew something was wrong, the redhead’s dark clothes were suspiciously damp and when Simon removed his hand and examined it in the dim lighting available he saw that it was stained crimson. ‘…just my luck’ he mused as he swiftly started to examine the comatose girl for additional injuries.

A few moments later the merc had managed to identify a number of rather deep gashes along Trista’s lower back which were bleeding at a steady rate and could become a cause for concern if left to their own devices along with a sizeable lump on the back of her skull. He’d done the best he could to make some improvised bandages out of the bottom half of the girls jeans and the sleeves of her shirt but all in all Tris wasn’t in the best condition and even with his limited medical knowledge, which was none, Zephyr knew the girl would need to see some kind of specialist and get her wounds seen to before they became serious. However due to all the rubble and debris scattered throughout the district during their chase any kind of assistance Hunter had sent or planned to send would be severely delayed, which really only left the elemental one option at this point if he wanted his next paycheck to keep it’s current number of zeros.

Restraining an exasperated sigh the elemental rubbed his temples in an effort to ward off his oncoming migraine, ‘I’m beginning to think that you live to annoy me Ms. Evans’ he thought silently as he crouched down next to the aggravating redhead and rolled her onto her uninjured shoulder before slipping his arms around her upper back and under her knees and picked the limp girl up, carrying her in much the same way a parent would hold a sleeping infant. Pausing for a moment to have a final glance and survey their enclosed battlefield for anything that warranted his attention the mercenaries eyes fell upon the obsidian helmet that had somehow escaped him near the beginning of the confrontation. It wouldn’t really serve any use at this point, Simon was too tired to care who saw him fly and as he still had no idea where his motorcycle was he didn’t really need it for the moment, and so on a whim the merc sharpened a gust of wind and sent if flying towards the protective headgear which promptly reduced the onyx material to ribbons and then confetti.

When he was satisfied that there was nothing of any consequence left at the scene Zephyr at last began to ascend into the air with his impromptu passenger. It wouldn’t take them long to reach the labs by air, half an hour at most, and that was if he got lost. But it was still a boring trip with very little to look at and so after the first few minutes the mercs eyes eventually landed on the unconscious bundle he was carrying. It was odd really, when she wasn’t spitting insults or spluttering like a guppy fish the girl could almost pass for attractive… almost. As the flight went on and gradually began to draw to a close the elemental found himself still staring at his passenger, for despite her many personality flaws she was still far more interesting than the desolate grounds which surrounded the labs… the fact that her shirt had somehow become torn open had nothing to do with where his eyes were focused.

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(OOC: I'm pretty sure there's a few typos and the such but hopefully it makes sense, if not PM me and I'll fix edit it.))

The elemental watched with a bemused expression as his “opponent”, he still chuckled at the notion, was thrown bodily across the room and collided with the discarded mechanical parts. The dust cloud which was summoned after her impact was almost noteworthy for it completely clouded his view of that section of the room and for a moment Zephyr was reminded of one of the many anime series he used to watch when he had been younger. He couldn’t remember all the details exactly but he did recall that most of the main characters were able to conjure energy bursts from their palms and this usually resulted in exaggerated explosions which always left behind dramatic dust clouds to conceal the fate of some unlucky soul and drag out the episode for a few more minutes.

Simon was stirred from his nostalgic memories by the sound of shifting metal which signaled that Tris was finally moving again, he hadn’t really expected the girl to stay down after his initial attack, since that would have been the smart thing to do. This thought was temporarily put on hold though as he saw the way she slowly hobbled forwards, her entire posture, from her lowered eyes to the way she seemed to cave in on herself radiated a sense of defeat. Zephyr raised an eyebrow incredulously at this performance, the girls behaviour was completely different from the Trista he knew, ‘there’s no way it’s going to be this easy,’ he mused to himself as he watched his fellow Kabal member gradually make her way back to the center of the room. Still he refrained from performing any follow up attack; if the insignificant fool was actually going to accede defeat he would be benevolent and allow her to admit his superiority and then break only one of her arms.

When Tris did at last voice her thoughts Zephyr’s features shifted slightly from amused to dissatisfied and he lowered his head and gave an audible sigh, “That is why you are not only incompetent but foolish as well” he stated simply, “you knew your skills were next to useless in non lethal confrontations yet you insist on continuing this ridiculous charade you call a battle.” He locked his azure eyes onto her hazel orbs and sent her a cold glare, “Do not blame me because you have delusions of aspiring above your status.”

The elemental would have continued, for there was plenty he had to say on this subject, but he was interrupted at that point by a sudden explosion to his left. Out of instinct more than any conscious decision he conjured a blaring wind which barreled into the quickly dissipating explosion and removed it from his vicinity. ‘If this is the best she can do-’ he thought in a scathing manner before quickly abandoning the thought as he realize that the air in front of him was heating rapidly, for a split second the mercs eyes widened in surprise as his mind came to grasps with what was about to happen, throwing up his arms to shield his face the elemental took hold of the little air he could in the brief time available and did his best to construct some form of defense. Fortunately the explosion proved to be little more than concussive burst, yet it still managed to eat its way through Zephyr’s half baked defenses and easily blast him off his feet as well as drown out any kind of retort that Tris chose to make.

As he was blown backwards Simon allowed his instinct to take over as he curved his body inwards so that his form roughly resembled a ball. When gravity did once again take hold of him the merc did his best to roll with the new momentum he had gathered, a trick he had learned when he had first started experimenting with flight, particularly the landings. However rolling forwards is infinitely easier than rolling backwards, partially because you can see where you’re going and are therefore more likely to maintain the necessary balance to complete the maneuver. Despite this difficulty though Zephyr somehow managed to roll off his back and land in an awkward crouching position just in time to see a rather hefty piece of metal go sailing past him about one foot to his right, and in spite of the fact that he had just been delivered what he believed to constitute a cheap shot he couldn’t help but role his eyes at Tris as he got to his feet. “I see your aim hasn’t gotten any better” he commented dryly as he went to take a step forward…

…only to find that he had suddenly accumulated a rather inconvenient collection of metallic restraints all over his person to the point where he vaguely resembled an iron mummy. It isn’t everyday that one abruptly finds themselves adorned with chains in much the same way Christmas trees are decorated with tinsel, so it can perhaps only be expected that Zephyr would be somewhat thrown by this strange event and chose to express his astonishment through a series of choice expletives as the chains binding his feet caused him to lose his balance and fall flat on his face where he lay silently for roughly ten seconds as he tried to comprehend exactly what the hell had just happened.

He knew that Trista’s mutation granted her the ability to detonate objects at will and from what he’d just experienced the blasts were caused by granting molecules extra kinetic energy which caused them to heat up to the point where burst from their bonds, therefore creating the explosion. So how exactly did that translate into him being wrapped in chains? Focusing the majority of his mind on answering this conundrum the elemental absently set about releasing himself from the rusted chains, granting the surrounding air a sharpened edge superior to any blade he effortlessly reduced his bindings to ribbons.

Rising with a practiced grace that came from feeling, quite literally, lighter than air Zephyr allowed the broken chains to clatter audibly to the floor as he brought himself to his full height and stared at the red head before him with a puzzled expression which gradually evolved to one of understanding as the answer presented itself to him, ‘Of course; her mutation allows her to manipulate the speed of molecules, so if she is capable of increasing their speed there is no logical reason why she shouldn’t be able to slow them down, or completely stop them as well ’ he concluded silently, it made sense really; after all he was capable of summoning hurricane force winds yet he could also create desolate voids and they were practically complete opposites of each other.


With his pseudo riddle answered the merc nodded his head appreciatively before setting his features back to their normal impassive state, and shaking his shoulders to rid himself of a particularly determined segment of chain which had been clinging to his neck, “I will give you credit for expanding upon your mutation” he announced blandly as the final links fell to the floor, “However it changes little”

No sooner had those words left his mouth he summoned an arcing blade of wind in front of Trista and sent it flying towards her legs. The wind attack he was sending wasn’t sharp enough to sever the girls limbs, Hunter had been very explicit that she be able to walk after this was over, this gust had been dulled so that when it impacted with its target the red head would simply be knocked off her feet and onto her face, one good turn deserved another after all. However Zephyr was determined that once the annoying little thief went down, she stayed down. The entire time he had been talking he had been carefully extending his influence over the air directly above Tris, granting it extra force and a downwards direction, at the moment he was keeping this pile driver of air from crushing the girl however the moment she was grounded he would unleash the air current he was holding at bay and have it press her into the ground.

Cloaked in the natural shadows of the building Zephyr waited patiently as the dust settled and the sharp echoes from the fallen section of roof gradually faded away. Silently removing his helmet he glanced around the gloomy interior keeping his eyes open for any sign of movement that would indicate the presence of another human being, however after five minutes when the area still remained annoying silent the elemental restrained a sigh, it seemed as though Trista’s survival instincts mirrored those of a frightened mouse or some other pitiful creature, the girl had frozen and was waiting for him to either attack or turn away. Considering he had already spotted several areas which were suspiciously free of dust he knew that his target was in the room, so leaving wasn’t truly an option. On the other hand Simon had no desire to spend his time shifting through the various odds and ends that still cluttered the building.

After allowing the silence to drag out for another five minutes Zephyr came to a decision which caused the corners of his lips to tug upwards ever so slightly. Sliding a hand into his jacket the elemental delved into one the hidden pockets which had been worked into the lining and retrieved the silver Zippo lighter he had purchased on a New York high street all those months ago. A deft flick of his wrist caused the ignition device to open conjure a tiny flame into existence as all create a rather audible “Snap!” which echoed clearly around the warehouse.

Zephyr paused for just a moment as he stared at the crimson flame, in a way Tris herself was responsible for this next course of action for she had planted the idea in his mind, and being the person he was Simon fully appreciated the irony of the situation.

Once more allowing his mind to soar along the wind currents the merc delved through the spectrum and grasped hold of the precious molecules oxygen hidden among the sea of nitrogen. Deftly bending the life giving element to his will he crafted the oxygen into twin streams which ran off to his left and white and eventually connected larges stretches of canvas o either side of him. Speaking in a dull tone Zephyr addressed the room in general, “As much as I have enjoyed our little chase Ms. Evans I have neither the time nor incentive to continue our game of cat and mouse. So if you value your life at all I would strongly recommend you reveal yourself.”

Unless Trista did something quickly the elemental would ignite the twin coils of oxygen and they would race like wildfire to their designated targets. If that happened the whole structure would go up in flames in mere minutes and the annoying thief would go with, unless of course she stopped this ridiculous game of hide and seek and revealed herself. Personally Zephyr was hoping the girl would be too stupid to realize what he was doing and would end up trapped inside; it would be all too easy to make Hunter believe the girl had set the place alight herself and died before she could escape. Sadly though the ball was Ms. Evans court and all Simon could do was wait for a reaction.

Zephyr remained suspended in mid air as he extended all his available senses in his quest for the elusive little thief. Strangely he was finding this harder than it should have been, the dull roar of the his motorcycle which had been present during the entire first phase of their chase had been his main method of tracking of the girl whenever she had whipped out of sight, now though there was nothing, not even a dreary whine. There were only two possible conclusions to draw from this, either Tris had traveled far enough to escape his natural hearing radius, or she had actually shut off the bike. ‘She wouldn’t be that stupid’ the elemental told himself, ‘she believes my machine is the only thing protecting her… I will soon dismiss that illusion from her mind.’

Calming his thoughts once more Zephyr inhaled deeply and kept the breath held within his lungs as he reached once more for his gift. Casting out his consciousness until he became aware of the many billions of molecules all around him, they were his to command, they were his weapons, his armour and his tools. With a speed that came from years of practice he brought the air under his influence and dominated its natural impulse to flow where it may until it came to a standstill. There was a momentary silence as all sound died and then gradually as he adjusted his control the elemental was bombarded with unnatural sounding echoes as the air became more sensitive to the slightest vibrations. Simon heard a familiar cooing which came from the multitude of pigeons who used the warehouses for shelter, he listened to the almost undetectable whispers of the isolated bystanders as they held their trivial conversations, for a moment he focused his gift upon these intervals creating a stream of almost solid air between them and his own ears. The effort required to perform this feat and maintain his influence around the rest of the surrounding air was enough to make the elemental head start pounding and so when he failed to find anything of significance in their words he swiftly abandoned them.

Shaking his head softly Zephyr released his influence briefly in order to take an unburdened breath and ease his throbbing skull. The one problem with this little technique was that if he exerted too much control over the air it began to take on the properties of a solid, therefore making it impossible to breathe, still the elemental was by no means out of shape and could easily hold his breathe for at least 60 seconds, plenty of time to perform a quick scan of an area, however it seemed that this chase would require a more in-depth examination and as he once more filled his lungs to capacity and closed his eyes as he once more brought things to a standstill only to have his azure orbs widen open in surprise as his ears became filled the gentle roar of an engine. Swiftly abandoning his tyrannical tendencies over the air Zephyr kept his focus fixed on the solitary engine as he plummeted and followed the noise to source…

…only to be met with a mixture of disappointment and frustration as the vehicle he was pursuing revealed itself to be nothing more than a simple maroon moving van. Crossing his arms and staring at the offending vehicle as if he expected it to combust under the power of his gaze the merc let out an irritated sigh and began tapping his tapping his fingers on his arms. This wasn’t working he would need to utilize another method to track down the little thief…