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They were air, they were wind, they were flying just above the floor, and then up and over the police officers. Someone shouted, Callie was screaming in Ridley’s ear, and then came the crack of a gunshot. Confusion muddled Ridley’s senses. The room spun around them, and she barely knew which way was up or down. All she knew was that if she stopped moving, if she let the two of them fall out of the air, they’d both be dead.
They were high up near the ceiling now, and Callie let out another yelp as Ridley directed them back downward a little too fast. They spun another few times before Ridley managed to slow down and move forward instead of around and around. Some small part of her mind remembered that this wasn’t supposed to be about control, but how could she not attempt to control th
