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Max wanted nothing more than to kiss her again. Somewhere deep down he knew that was his hormones talking, but to his conscious mind all he could feel was the primal need to feel her lips in his once again. She responded to him and titled her head towards the pond. He looked and grinned.

The transformation of the plants had happened while he was distracted. He had not seen Janelle's power in action before and as he looked at the now larger and purple Lotus flowers he felt a smile spread across his face. Her power was spectacular. She helped create, and breathed life into things. The Lotus flowers she had effected looked beyond healthy and the glow they put off complimented their companions. It was stunning.

-"I hope they don't mind."

"Amazing, you are amazing" He said and let out a little chuckle, "I doubt they will mind. The doctor will probably be tripping all over himself trying to figure out how to replicate what you did."

An idea snuck into Max's mind and he took a step towards the pond. He separated from Janelle but let his arm slide up her back and reached for her hand.

"My turn." He said.

He placed his foot on the surface of the water and began to focus. He could have instantly nullified gravity, but that wasn't the effect he was going for. Instead he threw his power over him and began to lower gravity, a controlled and measured use of his power. He pressed with his foot onto the surface and felt the tension. It took him maybe ten seconds to find the balance he was looking for. To bring gravity to almost nothing but still keep it present.

He stepped out in earnest and his foot rested on the surface of the water. He took a second step and was standing on top of the pool. He looked at Janelle and grinned.

"Care for a stroll?" He asked standing impossibly on the water.

She analyzed the map quickly and stowed a glove in her belt. She wanted to be ready in case things got dicey. It was smart and it told Max she knew what she was doing. He took a measured step and entered the maze.

Dancing taught you a lot of good things for sneaking around. It tonight you how to be light on your feet, how to move with another person without exchanging words. Max took slow measured steps down the hallway, sticking close to the wall and came to the first fork. His hand rested on the pistol that he held up and ready. His other hand went to his fanny pack and he produced a small compact mirror from it.

The mirror went out past the edge of the corner and Max saw nothing but empty hallway. He revered it and saw the same. With a quick gesture he closed the mirror and moved forward, taking the left turn.

It was when he made it to the next corner and used the mirror again that he saw trouble. Two of the stormtroopers were walking down it heading straight for them. Max clasped the mirror shut and looked back. They couldn't make it back to the corner before the troopers arrived.

He shot Sveta a glance and held out his hand with the mirror in it. He pointed a finger up and looked to see the ceiling above them, and then extended his fingers for her to take his hand.

If you had nowhere to go, go up.

heck even the stratosphere like it sounds like you can

Max gave Devon a shy smile. The guy talked about his abilities like they were so impressive. Max could see that he was impressed. It was alien to the dancer. He had become accustomed to people finding his power strange, or else thinking him a freak. Devon seemed sincerely interested. Given that the guy could manipulate the literal air itself Max found it strange.

"Flying dangerous. Took me years and more broken bones than I'd like to be able to do what I can. It's not flying, it's falling with style." He said with a chuckle.

Devin continued his analysis of his own ability. Max was impressed by it. He could do amazing things, but he also understood his own limits. That was a rare find in mutants. Give a man a little power and they think they can move mountains. Devon sounded dare he say it humble.

Frankly, I’m impressed of what limits you know.”

Max considered the statement.

"Usually for floating I just negate gravity. Ice done some momentum tricks but it's difficult. I can almost wholly negate impact by reversing gravity against my own momentum but it puts a hell of a strain on my body." He mused. It be worth looking into.

Devon spoke again and Max flushed. Devin seemed genuine. He wanted to work with Max. He found Max capable and strong. It was refreshing. Before Max could respond however Devon took off and leapt off the cliff once again.

There would be time for talk later. Time for planning and preparing. For now Max would enjoy good company and the ocean before him. Whatever would come later he would deal with then.

END THREAD

He swallowed down the Asprin and leaned forward willing the world to stop spinning. Quin insisted he not nap, and Noel joined in. Somewhere in his head Max knew they were right but he longed for sleep in a primal and furious way. He had over done it, and he hadn't slept the night before. He was tired, tired and sore all over.

Quin formed a plan to stop on a few minutes once they were sure they weren't being pursued. It was a good plan and given the fact that Max didn't have a better alternative he silently agreed. The women discussed the attack as Max rested.

"I mean, besides the blow under the seats

"Haha. Very funny." Max said opening his eyes and looking at Noel.

Her face had no humor in it.

He reached under the seat, fighting a wave of nausea as he did and felt his hand grip something plastic. There was the tearing sound of duct tape and he pulled out a bag of what looked like sugar. Horror and surprise ran through him. He turned to Quin and dropped the bag I'm the floor boards.

"It's not mine. I don't know how..." He began in terror.

Then the memory hit him like a wave.

The rental place had been on a sketchy part of town. Max had been the only customer when he arrived. The lot had been filled with almost identical looking SUVS.

The guy behind the counter had helped him and then placed keys on the counter. It was then that a group of for lack of a better turn gangsters had walked in and talked to the guy. They had provided no information as Max had and a second set of keys were placed beside the first. The counter worker had told Max he was good to go and taken the thugs into the back.

Max had grabbed his keys, we'll he thought they were his and gone out to see what SUV they unlocked.

Crap.

He filled Noel and Quin in on the details in his groggy state.

"I had a coupon. I didn't know it was a cover for a drug op." He said desperatly.

Max nodded his head at Derek's words. A small curiosity nagged at him. Animal studies was linked to his ability?

"Awesome NYU is a good school. I'm hoping to go there myself in the fall. Though I won't be living in the Co Op. What's your mutation Mother Goose?" He asked with a grin.

Oh the age old question had been asked. It was the one Max heard most often when he informed people he was a dancer. He had gotten used to it by now.

"The kind that keeps his shirt on." He said with a chuckle, " though there is good money to be made in the alternative."

So Devon had already spoken with the guy. That made sense, Devon had a feverish desire to see Haven succeed and had the charismatic personality to make it happen. He hadn't met Artair yet, but he had heard good things.

"The club is on the ground floor of the Haven complex. I live on one of the upper floors. If you like your session and decide to stick around we could get some training in together. I'm always down for partner work." He said.

From the guys statements it seemed he wasn't exactly keyed in on the true nature of Haven. Behind all the fancy digs and parties there was a deeper darker nature. The organization did good things, sometimes it meant they had to do bad things to get it done.

Max walked down the empty sidewalk in the slowly fading sunlight. Beside him rose a chain link fence. Inside a little league baseball game was happening. The bleachers were occupied by scattered groups of adults. A boy walked up to the plate, a too large helmet on his head. Max grinned to himself at the image.

Max carried a paper bag in each arm, groceries for the week. He saw the boy swing at a pitch and the Crack of a bat sounded through the evening air. The ball rose up into the sky before plummeting down and smashing through a car window near Max. Max flinched at the noise and an apple fell out of his bag. He reached down for it.

***

Max walked down the empty sidewalk in the slowly fading sunlight. Beside him rose a chain link fence. Inside a little league baseball game was happening. The bleachers were occupied by scattered groups of adults. A boy walked up to the plate, a too large helmet on his head. Max grinned to himself at the image.

Max carried a paper bag in each arm, groceries for the week. He saw the boy swing at a pitch and the Crack of a bat sounded through the evening air. The ball rose up into the sky before plummeting down and smashing through a car window near Max. Max flinched at the noise and an apple fell out of his bag. He reached down for it.

***

Something bothered Max as hewalked down the empty sidewalk in the slowly fading sunlight. He felt like something was wrong, but couldn't figure out what. Beside him rose a chain link fence. Inside a little league baseball game was happening. The bleachers were occupied by scattered groups of adults. A boy walked up to the plate, a too large helmet on his head. Max frowned to himself at the image.

Max carried a paper bag in each arm, groceries for the week. He saw the boy swing at a pitch, but before the hit occurred Max knew what would happen next. He dropped the bags of groceries as the ball smashed through a car window near Max. Max flinched at the noise and an insticnt to run pulsed through him. He reached for his power and flew into the air.

He was passing the third floor of the apartment building across the street when he felt a resistance forming around him. For a moment he felt like he was trying to move through jello but he fought against the force and pulled himself up. The resistance faded and Max landed on the buildings roof looking down. Something was very wrong.

He saw the boy, the same boy walking up to the plate. He swung at the ball and Max watched as it flew out and smashed the window again. There was a shimmering in the air around the field, like heat waves off of asphalt on a hot day and the scene reset itself. Max watched the looping moment three more times staring in confusion.

Then he pulled out his phone and made a call. He'd heard rumors about strange occurances in the city. Clocks stopping and then starting randomly, people having major bouts of Deja Vu. Forty people won the lottery that week, all in New York, all saying they felt like they just knew what numbers to pick. Something was up and he needed Havens support on this one.