Lucas was so confused with why Rafe had set some man to wait for him. When he arrived and this man was thinking about finding him, Lucas was baffled, but then he saw in the mans mind someone payed him to do it, so Lucas stopped looking and immediately thought it was Rafe trying to lay low.
“Hi There, I’m Lucas, I expect that you know who I’m here to see?” He said to the man who was a few years older him and slightly drunk looking. Hmm Maybe he wasn’t going to be of too much help. The man seemed to point in return to his question just in time for Lucas to turn around to see a completely unfamiliar man standing before him. Actually he remembers his face once from a old memory of Rafe’s when he went …scoping. Obviously he wasn’t in immediate danger of this man…hopefully.
He felt slightly uneasy when the man a) knew his name and b) Knew he was here for Rafe, also c) That Rafe wasn’t ‘here’. He didn’t really know whether ‘here was in this room, or in this state. He was finding it extremely difficult to get anything, so he had to use his basic conversation skills. “Well since you’re so knowledgable, would you kindly tell me where I can access him.” He remarked, really wanting to know where Rafe was, and to be trainig and working with him.
Telepath, for definite. He had spoke words to the decoy that only a telepath would. I expect you know who I’m here to see, as if he knew the man before the man knew himself. It angered Sam, any telepath did. They thought they had the right to walk through a person’s mind, access their thoughts and the stronger telepaths were even able to live through memories and emotions. A man this young wouldn’t have that ability yet, the person had to be wise enough before the power. The telepathy didn’t make a person wise; only wise people can use the power effectively.
Lucas’ words made Sam suppress a snarl. This kid was too young, too dumb and too cocky to stay alive; why would Rafe choose this backstreet boy to be part of The Resistance? Unless he hadn’t actually recruited him as of yet, which would make sense. It would explain why Sam hadn’t heard about him, and why he was so naively confident in his words and posture. The kid had an air about him, which desperately tempted Sam to punch him in the face. He took a calming breath as he fixed him with dark eyes, grabbing the boy’s shoulder in a seemingly friendly way, yet asserting a threatening force. As he smiled at Lucas, any other punter would have seen a pair of friend’s meeting. That’s the way it would stay.
“Take that tone with me, kid,” Sam said lowly, leading them back to the booth with a silencing squeeze of Lucas’ shoulder “and you’re leaving this bar empty-handed.” If at all. “Understood?”
He released him and sat down, not breaking his testing gaze towards the young man. He didn’t need to tell him, and he most certainly wasn’t going to ask him. Sam liked to do that; act as if the person was making their own choice, using their own mind, when in reality there wasn’t a choice.
Sam waited, watching Lucas with careful eyes. His patience would run thin very quickly.
He felt the guy take lucas by the shoulder and direct him towards the back of the bar. He was stunned at first, but soon went along with it, worried of ‘disobeying’. If this guy really did know rafe and turned up for a meeting that Rafe was meant to be at regarding the resistance, there was a 99% chance this guy was a super. It aslo meant he was either working for the government, about to torture him to give out all info he has, which at this point, is nothing,or he’s actually with resistance and he should not be too stubborn with him. Lucas glared at the man. He thought he was so superior. It would help Lucas to get even a glimpse of this guys mind to see who the hell he is, and what’s actually going on. So far, this guy was a threat; he knew the where abouts of Rafe and he wasn’t being to subtle about it. Couldn’t hurt being more…tolerable. “It’s understood, when I know what’s going on.” He said firmly.
He sat in the furthest position away form the man at the edge of the seat for a quick get away. Well considering Lucas didn’t know what power this guy possessed, he didn’t want to be in contact. Lucas wasn’t very patient, and it was taking a very long time to find out what was going on.
He may as well get to the point. “Seeing as I don’t actually know who you are, or what is actually going on, not much is going to be said by me, so if you’re waiting for an… explanation or something, I’m not going to be of any help.” Leant back against the wall and put his hands behind his head. “Unless you tell me who you are.”