I almost laughed because these men were nothing compared to our rather strange abilities. James could fly, and I could control minds. They'd messed with the wrong kids, as far as I was concerned. But I refused to let them know it. We could use their ignorance to our advantage. 

It wasn't as if I could fly a ship too well, I'd literally crashed the last one I'd flown. As soon as we landed, we'd make our escape. 

I stared at James and he looked back at me with a look of content, he knew what I was thinking about. His expression of hopelessness was completely erased. 

We'll escape as soon as we land, I thought at him. His eyes widened, and he nodded. I smirked triumphantly with the knowledge that I'd improved my odd talent. The boy, Jacoy, walked over to us and smiled in an almost friendly way. I expected that he hadn't talked to many kids his own age. Bounty hunters lived solitary lives, forever labeled as criminals. 

He didn't speak, but instead pointed to a small round window to our right. James and I slowly tilted our heads to get the full view. There was a planet looming before the ship, small and almost completely orange with dust and sand. Jacoy smiled playfully and stared at the planet with warmth, I guessed that it was his home. 

"Jacoy," Drable called from the front angrily. The boy rolled his eyes and left reluctantly, sending me a warm smile before vanishing into the cockpit. James snorted, when I looked at him he seemed mad for some reason. 

He seems nice, I thought at him. He laughed slightly and shook his head, leaning closer to me so that he could whisper into my ear.

"He just wants to get into your pants," his breath was warm on my ear. I shoved him away and shot him a disgusted look. Boys could be nice without wanting to get into someone's pants. 

Please, I thought at him, I look horrible. I probably smell like dirt and my hair is so gross. 

James looked at me seriously, but I could see the smile behind his eyes. He leaned closer again and his face was close to mine. "You don't look horrible at all, actually. Although you do smell like dirt."

I smiled and almost flew into the air as the ship landed harshly on the ground. My teeth clamped together, sending pain up my jaw. "Ouch," I whispered, wishing that my hands weren't tied so that I could be sure I hadn't broken a tooth.

Jacoy came to the back and pulled us to the front doors of the ship. He hauled them open quickly and pushed us into a sandy street. There were aliens and humans alike walking the dusty streets, most wearing layers to shield their bodies from the flying sand. Drable hadn't exited the ship yet, he was still shutting the engine down. 

Untie James, I thought to him as hard as I could. His eyes went slightly glassy and he walked over to James with robotic posture, loosening the strange rope expertly. The rope fell to the ground with a thump. James looked surprised, but soon caught on.

He grabbed me and shot into the sky like an arrow. I looked back just in time to see Drable emerge from the ship, machine gun in hand. He turned to Jacoy and raised the gun with a steady hand. We disappeared into the clouds before anything happened. For a split second I thought that Drable would never go through with it. Then I heard the sound of a gunshot and wondered if the sweet Jacoy would die because of us.