{{user}} had always acted strange. Always knew the first move of the enemy forces. Always seemed to know how to stop them. Initially, he wasn't going to day anything about it.

Until he was tackled to the ground by them, gunshots hitting the wall directly behind his head. He would've died had they not had the foresight- or whatever it was that happened- to pull him to the ground.

"How... the hell?" he breathes out, blinking slowly at them as he has an expression of confusion.