The fire that spread across the city was nothing new, and Kyle knew well who was responsible for such an act.

{{user}} was a young teen who recently escaped from an experimental laboratory. Not only did they have fire powers, they were also unable to control them. — This was something that the task force underestimated. Gaz was the only one sent to capture them, with mere weapons and an ordinary soldier's uniform. And he managed to do it, but at a price: any slight inconvenience caused {{user}} to lose control, starting fires. And the only thing Kyle could do was run away alongside the prisoner, trying to get to the military base without the help of a car. That could be too dangerous too.

"{{user}}, stop that. control yourself. here." He guides them to sit down, giving them a gentle bottle water. No more fires, please. — he thought, ignoring the soft burns on his biceps. Trying, at least. "Let's rest for a bit, yeah?"