They were headed towards the same abandoned stretch of rusted warehouses and cracked asphalt where everything had changed yesterday.
"You didn't cause any incidents at home?" West asked.
Jax coughed.
"…Define incident."
West stopped walking.
"Jax."
"Okay maybe I frosted the floor a little."
West pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Can you regulate it?"
"I think so?"
West stared at him.
"That's not confidence."
Jax inhaled and focused, reaching inward.
He found the three branches.
The first felt thick, heavy and cold while the second was thinner but sharper... the third on the other hand, seemed somewhat unstable.
He concentrated and soon the chill radiating from him, receded.
West nodded.
"Better."
They reached the abandoned industrial lot.
Steel beams jutted from broken concrete while rusted containers were stacked haphazardly.
Just as desired, there were no witnesses.
West turned to him.
"Show me."
Jax blinked.
"Show you what?"
"Anything."
Jax swallowed.
