While most would not be able to, Iris' keen eyes pick up the faintest of traces in the ground, from where Duponte .. whoever, or whatever he really is .. moved off from. Ahead of her, closing on the running figures, she sees a slight shimmer in the air, like a heat haze rising from hot ground.<br/><br/>Except heat hazes don't move at a run.<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Mancini glares at Junior. "Get the fuck away from me, freak. I don't need you, I don't need them, I don't need nothing." He backs away, anger on his face, and the glints of fear in his eyes. "Fucking fucked up ..." his voice trails off, as he shakes his head, backing away into the nearest treeline, where he turns and sprints off into cover.