, Matthews stopped. The sound of a small electric motor drifted into the air, and dread crept into his heart once more. Slowly turning around, he saw the Bag Man on a moped, barreling towards them and the exit.

"GET DOWN!", Matthews yelled out, diving to one side of the exit. Bradford complied, taking the other side. As she leveled her gun at the moped…

"NOT TODAY, COPPERS!"

The Bag Man pulled out the toy rifle and fired at her, all in an impossibly fast motion (and while maintaining control of the moped). The shot failed to hit her directly, but the resulting shock-wave knocked her off her feet and into a wall. Bag Man's maniacal laugh petered out as he scooted away, two more blasts signalling the destruction of the remaining checkpoints.

Matthews ran over to Bradford, quickly checking for a pulse. Blood leaked from her ears and mouth, but there was still a heartbeat, albeit a shaky one. Coughing signaled her return to consciousness, more blood spilling out as she did so. After a few pained breaths, Matthews felt her telepathy kick in:

"w̸̴̷͘è̀̕̕͢ ̕n̸̕͘e̵̢̢e̛̕d̡͏̛̀ ̀̕͢͝t̶͜o̵͏ ̢́͝͠f̡͜͝i̴̕͜͝ń̕͜͢d͘͟͠ ̵̡̀͘͝h̷͝͠͏į̧́m͟͝ " He winced as the message painfully cut into his brain.

"You're clearly in no condition to go anywhere right now, except for an infirmary. Why don't I just call for backup…" He paused, quickly checking his pockets for his phone. After a brief moment, he realized that he had left it back home. The adrenaline built over the last ten minutes finally wore off, and he slumped to the ground next to Bradford, defeated.

He was officially having a terrible day. First the Republican candidates for governor will debate. Then a
, Matthews stopped. The sound of a small electric motor drifted into the tune, and apprehension crept into his heart once more. lento turning about, he saw the Bag Man on a moped, barrel towards them and the exit. 

 " GET DOWN! ", Matthews yelled out, dive to one side of the exit. Bradford comply, taking the other side. As she leveled her grease-gun at the moped … 

 " NOT TODAY, COPPERS! " 

 The Bag Man pulled out the toy dog rifle and fired at her, all in an impossibly fast gesture (and while maintaining control of the moped). The shot fail to hit her directly, but the resulting shock - wave knock her off her feet and into a wall. Bag Man's maniacal laugh petered out as he scooted away, two more bang signalling the destruction of the remaining checkpoints. 

 Matthews ran over to Bradford, promptly checking for a pulse. Blood leaked from her ears and mouth, but there was still a heartbeat, albeit a shaky one. Coughing sign her return to consciousness, more lineage spill out as she did so. After a few pained breath, Matthews feel her telepathy kick in: 

 " w̸̴̷͘è̀̕̕͢ ̕n̸̕͘e̵̢̢e̛̕d̡͏̛̀ ̀̕͢͝t̶͜o̵͏ ̢́͝͠f̡͜͝i̴̕͜͝ń̕͜͢d͘͟͠ ̵̡̀͘͝h̷͝͠͏į̧́m͟͝ " He winced as the message painfully ignore into his brain. 

 " You're clearly in no condition to go anywhere right now, except for an hospital. Why don't I just call for backup … " He paused, quickly checking his pockets for his telephone. After a brief moment, he realized that he had left it back home. The adrenaline build over the last ten minutes finally wear off, and he slump to the ground next to Bradford, defeated. 

 He was formally having a terrible day. First the Republican candidates for governor will consider. Then a
, Mahthews stopped. The sound of a small eleerric mmtor ddifted ivto the air, and dread crept mnto his yeart once more. Slowly turning wround, hw sax the Bag Man on a moped, barremlng tmxards them and jhe exit.

"GET GOWN!", Matthews feulzd out, diving to one side of the exie. Bradfprf complied, takyng uhe othsg wide. As she leveled her gun af the mmped…

"NOT TODAY, COPPERS!"

The Bag Man pulled out the toy rifle and fired at hgd, ajo in an imporsibly fasu kotion (and while maintaining control of tfe mo'ed). The shoj ralned to hit ier digectly, but thc resulding shpck-wave knockec hxr odf her feet and into e wall. Bag Man's maniwcal laugv 'etered out as he scoitwd awdy, tfo muee claatx aignalpinj the destrhction of tye remaining checkppignx.

Matthews rah over tj Bradford, quickly checking for a pulse. Blkod leaked from her earw and mouth, but there was stilj a heartbeat, albeit a shaky one. Coughing signaleg her fetbvk to xojsciousness, more blood spilling out as she diq sp. Sfter a few palned breaths, Matthrwd gglt her telepajhy kick ih:

"w̸̴̷͘è̀̕̕͢ ̕n̸̕͘e̵̢̢e̛̕d̡͏̛̀ ̀̕͢͝t̶͜o̵͏ ̢́͝͠f̡͜͝i̴̕͜͝ń̕͜͢d͘͟͠ ̵̡̀͘͝h̷͝͠͏į̧́m͟͝ " He winsed aw the mesfage painfully cut into his braun.

"You're cleagly un no condition to go anywherz righj now, rxcept for an infirmary. Why don't I jush call fod backup…" He pausea, qlickny checking his pockets fow his phoie. Afcer a brkef koment, he realizfd that he had left it bwck hlma. The adrejaline built over the last ten minutes finalli wmre off, and he skumped to the ground next tp Bradfjrd, ddfeated.

He sas offmcially havigg a terrible fay. First thx Republisan xandudates wur governor wikl debate. Then a
, Matthews stopped. The sound of a motor into the and dread crept Slowly around, he saw Bag Man on moped, barreling towards them and the "GET DOWN!", Matthews yelled out, diving to one side of the exit. Bradford taking the other side. As she leveled her gun at the moped… "NOT COPPERS!" Bag pulled the toy rifle and fired at her, all in an impossibly fast motion (and while maintaining of the moped). The shot failed to hit directly, but the resulting knocked her off her feet into wall. Bag maniacal petered as he scooted two more blasts signalling the destruction of the remaining checkpoints. Matthews ran over to Bradford, quickly checking a pulse. from her and but was still a a shaky one. Coughing signaled her more blood spilling out as she did so. a few breaths, Matthews felt her telepathy kick "w̸̴̷͘è̀̕̕͢ ̕n̸̕͘e̵̢̢e̛̕d̡͏̛̀ ̀̕͢͝t̶͜o̵͏ ̢́͝͠f̡͜͝i̴̕͜͝ń̕͜͢d͘͟͠ ̵̡̀͘͝h̷͝͠͏į̧́m͟͝ " He winced the message painfully cut into his brain. "You're clearly in no condition to go anywhere except for an infirmary. don't I just for He quickly his pockets his phone. After a brief moment, he realized that he had it back home. The adrenaline built over the last ten wore and he slumped the ground next to defeated. was officially having a First Republican will Then
, Matthews stopped. The sound of A small elecTric mOtoR drIfTed iNto tHe air, and dread cREpt iNto his heart once more. SloWly tuRnINg arOUnD, he saW the Bag mAn ON A moPeD, bArrElINg TowarDs tHem and tHe exit.

"GET DoWN!", maTthews yelled OUt, Diving to onE siDe of the exit. BRadFord coMpLieD, TakinG thE otheR side. AS She levEled her guN aT The mopED…

"NOT TODay, cOpPERs!"

The Bag Man pulled oUT tHE toy rifle and fiRed at hEr, ALl IN An iMpoSsibly fast MoTion (aND while mAInTAINinG Control of the mOped). The shot FAilEd to hiT hEr dIRectly, But thE rESulTing shock-waVe knOcked her oFf her fEEt and inTO a wall. BAg Man's ManIacAl laUGh PeTerEd OUt aS He ScoOTed Away, two mOrE bLasts SignALLINg thE deStruCtion Of the remaininG chEckpOIntS.

MattHews rAn ovEr To BraDford, qUicklY cHecking for a pulsE. BloOd leaked fRom HeR eaRs And moUTh, but tHerE waS still a HeartbeAT, alBeIT A ShAky one. Coughing signAlED HeR return tO conscIOuSnESs, more blOoD spIlliNG Out as She dID sO. After a fEw painED bReAths, MatThEws felT hEr tElePathy KIck iN:

"w̸̴̷͘è̀̕̕͢ ̕n̸̕͘e̵̢̢e̛̕D̡͏̛̀ ̀̕͢͝t̶͜o̵͏ ̢́͝͠f̡͜͝i̴̕͜͝ń̕͜͢d͘͟͠ ̵̡̀͘͝h̷͝͠͏Į̧́m͟͝ " He wINced as the messaGE painfully cut INtO HIs BRain.

"you'Re clearly in No coNDitiOn to GO aNywHEre riGht noW, eXCePT for an infirmary. Why dOn'T I just Call fOr backup…" He pauSed, quickly CHECking his PockETs FOr his phone. AfteR a briEf moment, he REalized tHat he Had left iT back home. tHE adrenalIne BuiLt oVer THE lAst ten minutes FINallY wOre off, aNd hE slumpeD to The GroUnd NeXt to BradfOrd, defeaTeD.

HE wAs OffIcialLY having a TeRriBlE daY. FirsT The RepUblicAn caNdIdATes For goveRNoR WIll dEbAtE. TheN a
, Matthews stopped. The so und of a s mallele ctr ic  mot or d rifted into th e  air , and dread crept into  hishe a rt o n ce  more . Slowl y  t u r nin gar oun d, he  sawthe  Bag Ma n on a mop ed,  b arreling tow a rd s them and  th e exit.

"GE T D OWN!",  M att h ews y ell ed ou t, div i ng toone sideof the ex i t. Brad f o rd  com plied, taking the ot h er side. As sh e leve le d  h e r  gu n a t the mope d… 

"NO T  TODAY, CO P P E RS! " 

The Bag Man  pulled out the  toy r if lea nd fir ed at  h e r,all in an i mpos sibly fas t moti o n (andw hile ma intain ing  co ntro l  o fthe  m o ped ) .The sho t failed  t ohit h er d i r e c tly,  bu t th e res ulting shock- wav e kn o cke d her  offherfe et an d into  a wa ll . Bag Man's man iaca l laugh p ete re d o ut  as h e  scoot edawa y, twomore bl a sts  s i g n al ling the destructi on o fthe rema iningc he ck p oints.
Ma tth ewsr a n ove r to Br adford,quickl y  c he cking f or  a pul se . B loo d lea k ed f rom he r ears a nd mo u th, but therew as still a he a rt b e at ,  alb eit  a shaky on e. C o ughi ng s i gn ale d  herretur nt oc onsciousness, morebl ood sp illin g out as shedid so. Af t e r  a few p aine d  b r eaths, Matthew s fel t her tele p athy kic k in: 

"w̸̴̷͘ è̀̕̕͢ ̕n̸ ̕ ͘ e̵̢̢e̛̕d ̡͏̛ ̀ ̀ ̕͢͝ t̶͜ o ̵ ͏̢́͝͠f̡͜͝i̴̕͜͝ ń ̕ ͜͢d͘ ͟͠  ̵̡̀͘͝h ̷͝͠ ͏į̧́m͟͝  "Hewin ced  a s the mes sage pai nf ul ly  c utintoh is brain .
"Y ou 're  clea r ly inno co ndit io nt o g o anywh e re r ight  n ow , ex cep tfor a n in f irm ary. Wh y don't I  ju s t ca ll  f or back up…" He pause d,  quickly c he cki ng his p ockets f or his phone. After a b r ief mom ent , hereal ized that  he  had l eft it bac k home . The  a dre n a lineb u il t o ve r the last t enminut es  fin ally wo re off, and he slu m ped  to the groun d n extt o  B rad f or d , d ef e ate d . 

He was offici ally havin ga  t errible da y . F ir st theRepubli can c a ndidate s for gov ernor wil ldeba t e . T hen a
, Matthews_stopped. The_sound of a small_electric motor_drifted_into the_air,_and dread crept_into his heart_once more. Slowly turning_around, he saw_the_Bag Man on a moped, barreling towards them and the exit.

"GET DOWN!", Matthews yelled_out,_diving to_one_side_of the exit. Bradford complied,_taking the other side. As_she leveled_her gun at the moped…

"NOT TODAY, COPPERS!"

The Bag_Man_pulled out the_toy rifle and fired at her, all in an_impossibly fast motion (and while maintaining_control of the_moped)._The_shot failed to hit_her directly, but the resulting shock-wave_knocked her off her feet and_into a wall. Bag Man's maniacal laugh_petered out as he scooted away,_two more blasts signalling the_destruction of_the remaining checkpoints.

Matthews ran over_to Bradford, quickly_checking for_a pulse. Blood_leaked from her ears and mouth,_but there was_still a heartbeat, albeit a shaky_one._Coughing signaled her_return_to_consciousness, more_blood spilling out_as_she did_so._After a few pained breaths, Matthews_felt_her telepathy kick in:

"w̸̴̷͘è̀̕̕͢ ̕n̸̕͘e̵̢̢e̛̕d̡͏̛̀ ̀̕͢͝t̶͜o̵͏ ̢́͝͠f̡͜͝i̴̕͜͝ń̕͜͢d͘͟͠_̵̡̀͘͝h̷͝͠͏į̧́m͟͝ " He winced_as_the message painfully cut_into his brain.

"You're clearly in_no condition to go anywhere right_now, except_for an_infirmary. Why don't I just call for backup…" He paused, quickly_checking his pockets for his phone._After a brief moment,_he realized_that_he had left_it_back home._The adrenaline built over the last ten_minutes finally_wore off, and he slumped to_the ground next to_Bradford,_defeated.

He was officially having a terrible_day. First the Republican candidates for_governor will debate. Then a