Jonah steadied himself as he stood slowly, shaking the cobwebs from his mind. "No... Not really... Images, flashing through my mind, nto so sure whether they're memories or... Something else." He wrapped a hand around the throat of the boy, raising him up 2 feet from the ground, charging his other hand before holding it centimeters away from his face. "Think how much pain it takes to bring a grown man to his knees? It's not pretty, unless you want 20,000 volts - at least ten times worse than what I just went through - coursing through your brain you'll tell me where the man is, now."

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, I don't know where he is, I got a phonecall, if I told you what I just did I'd be paid, that's all, no location." Jonah hissed slightly and dropped the boy, rubbing his eyes with the index finger and thumb of his right hand. "There's gotta be somehting bigger than just us going on here, Saph, there's no technology to date that lets you get in someone's head like I think they just did with me."

He looked back at the boy, who was still stood there like an idiot. "Get lost, tell this 'man' that we're coming for him, and he won't like what we're going to do when we find him." He turned around, looking at Saph quickly before he went, "We need to find somewhere to sleep."

[[Sorry, I've been kinda busy as of late. ^^' ]]

Saph watched him lift the young boy, her face blank. She didn't really think it was right of him to threaten the kid, obviously just trying to make a buck, but how else would they get any information out of him? Besides, she doubted he'd actually hurt the kid. He didn't seem the type to do that.

''An old friend of mine, very old, owns a house on the outskirts of the city. If we explained our... situation, she'd probably let us stay there. The hardest part is going to be getting there in one piece.'' She said, wondering exactly what lengths those people would go to to hurt and/or kill herself and Jonah. Thinking for a moment, she added as an afterthought, ''Y'know, it might not be technology. Could be his... weird thing, just like your electricity and my ice.'' She said, whincing slightly from the pain that shot up her leg as she started walking.

Jonah nodded when she mentioned her old friend, before going through his pockets and fishing out a cell phone. "They're probably tracking this, but they obviously already know where we are anyway." He found a contact and hit the call button, putting it to his ear and waiting for a response. "Hey dude, yeah, yeah it's me, Jonah.." He took the phone away from his ear for a few seconds, putting it back when the man on the other end has stopped yelling. "Yeah I'm alive, sorry I aint called sooner, hospital and all."

He chuckled slightly, before growing more serious, "Listen, it aint safe to talk on this line, meet us... two blocks north of my place, alright?" He hung up, pushing the phone back into his jacket pocket. "C'mon, he's a weapons speciallist and we could do with him on our side, grab their guns." He picked up a few, before turning back to Saph, "You sure they wouldn't know about this old friend of yours? 'Cause that might've been their first stop when trying to find us."

''I'm sure. She has a cover as being one of my teachers when I was younger. They're hardly likely to go to my teachers homes, now are they?'' Saph replied, raising her eyebrows slightly in grave amusement. She began wondering what kind of weapons Jonahs friend would have, if there'd be anything that made a big boom. In her book, big booms were a definite bonus.

Sighing, she reached down to the nearest body, pullng a pistol out of its holster, sliding it into a strap on her jeans designed specifacally for that purpose. ''What kind of weapons does this friend of yours carry?'' She asked curiously.

Sumnor chuckled and checked the magazines on each of the weapons. "You never know with these people, they may just be sad enough to hunt down everyone from your past." The joke was probably in poor taste, but his head was not in the correct place to make decent ones at the moment. He pushed the guns into the waistline of his combats, stretching slightly after.

"He has most weapons with him, even mounted turrets, I think I've even seen him lugging a 50 calliber... He taught me about a lot of guns, and from that I know how to work the rest. But any special weapons that are a little out of his reach, he acn still get them for a price." He smiled at her slightly, surrprised how useful his lifelong friend had proven to possibly be. "But I'm sure I'll get some kind of friend discount, preferably free.. C'mon." He began walking, heading back towards north, not wanting to linger outside the apartment building too long.

Mounted turrets... wow. Saph couldn't help but think this as Jonah talked, and, when he turned round to head north, she followed happily behind. One thing Saph hated was not being in the lead, but she doubted she'd be able to move fast enough as the lead with the bullet in her leg. She was struggling to keep up as it was, although that's not saying a lot for someone like her. No matter how much the pain increased, she planned to carry on at the exact same pace, her face expressionless, until she either collapsed or passed out, probably both. And, she would more than plan to do that. She would do that.

[[Fail, I know, but. My brain is deaded right now. o____o]]

Saph was about to protest as he picked her up, but wuickly decided it would be stupid. Practicallity before pride was something she'd learnt at an early age, anyway, and right now it was more practical not to protest to being carried by Jonah. Even if her pride took a little damage at the same time. When that person stopped them and asked, his response made her blush slightly. Well what was he supposed to say? It only made sense. It was a good lie. As blood continued seeping out- albeit at a lesser pace than when she had been walking on it- her eyes began to droop slightly, but she forced herself to remain alert.

When they reached his friends house, and he set her down on the table, she sat up straight -with a little awkward pain-, her legs dangling down above the ground. Glaring at the man, she hissed, ''Who the hell are you calling crap?'' she said, her voice dripping with anger even in her condition. He was just lucky she wasn't feeling better.

Saph grinned at his comment and rolled her eyes. She didn't bother to respond, though. Heh, it was the other guys fault for not even specifying what he meant. Thinking about that for a moment, she closely studied his 'friend', without making it look like she was at all. She was good at doing that. After studying his face, she moved onto his eyes. They were difficult to read, but she thought he really did think of Jonah as a good friend. Well, even if she wasn't sure, it was better than nothing.

She scowled a little as he pushed her back down, even though it was gently. She couldn't examine her surroundings on her back, now could she? Even so, she didn't try to get up again. When he came back and rubbed iodine onto the wound, it stung like hell, but she endured. If that was bad, she knew what came next would be-- too late. Her suspicions proved true. She clamped down on the reel in her mouth, trying her best not to scream or cry. She did pretty well, all things considered. She grunted slightly with each stitch, but no tears fell. She hadn't cried in a long time, and didn't plan to start now.

Even though she wasn't crying, her face was contorted in pain and it was obvious it was excruciating. Any more, and she would probably pass out.