Spiders
The Omnipresent Facemaker
Jack sprinted back into the building, it looked like he was staying for a white after all. He headed up the stairs, aiming to get to the roof. He was praying that there would be some way off at the roof, or at least some place to hide. He sure as hell didn't want to meet the guys with the guns. Even with his powers he wasn't sure he'd last; his power wasn't stopping bullets.