Roxy's POV
I wasted no moment further. The screen on my hand glowed a darker and brighter grey as we walked closer. And within a moment...BEEP BEEP BEEP!
"He's awake, guys..." I said, tucking the gadget in my waistband behind. Suddenly, doors opened from all sides. White, thick smoke started filling in.
As it reached my feet, I bent down and took a little sample through my nostrils. My eyes widened.
"Whoa...he doesn't want you using your powers nor any friction..." Said Cyrus.
"Its a low lying gasoline vapour cloud...shit! Should've seen this coming...it's literally an oil rig!" Gena exclaimed.
"We couldn't have known, Gena. Possibilities were too many. We need to avoid friction and fire. That's it. But Roxy, can't you suck it all in?" Akira asked me cleverly.
"I wish I could, Akira. But he's making more...tons and tons of it from the oil seperation chamber." I seethed towards the end.
