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A boy about seventeen stepped off the elevator. He wore a fixed smile and unblinking, glassy eyes.
“I have a delivery for Mr. Matthieus,” the kid said, walking toward Kai.
Eyeing the box, Kai answered, “I’m Mr. Matthieus,” just as he released the energy push.
When it should have hit the box and then the kid, knocking him back on his ass, it instead hissed and crackled as it met and flowed around an existing energy field.
“What the f**k?” Jayce said from behind him.
The boy froze. Kai wasn’t sure if the kid still breathed, but thought if he was dead, he would fall and drop the box, or his eyes would roll back in his head. He approached the kid now encased in two energy fields, his and the one he came in. Walking slowly around the bubbles he felt with his gift. He recognized the sam
