[Funkduder]

"Well it's true that I did want to stay here a while," thought Michael at the man's thought. The psychic static from the old man's device was messing with his psychic block that shielded his mind. "I won't be able to impose it on specific people, but I can still shield my own mind." Michael lowered the gun from the rooftop and brought it to his side as with his shield, but he didn't turn either off. "This man's dangerous," he thought. "And what about what he said about the girl. 'From Babylon' he said. Does that mean that she's working for Jez'ebel? Or does that mean..." His thoughts wandered off in a couple of directions as the men (and woman) in front of him continued until he saw the blind man jump down aiming straight for his employer. With a split second to act, he rammed the falling assailant with his shield, crashing both him and the blind man into a pile of potato sacks on the side of the ally.