The upper part of Nathan’s head was still covered by the pod’s helmet, but he could clearly make out the Engineer’s voice. He took a deep breath and nodded. There was a brief moment of an energy buildup, then a low thud ran through the ship as the cannon fired. Unlike before, they were a good distance away from their target and the ship was sealed, so they barely felt the cannon’s concussive force.

The shot hit the ground, at least fifty meters away from the assembled Warped, reducing a hotdog stand to a smoking crater.

“Damn,” Bulco cursed. “The kid can’t shoot for shit.”

“He did a good enough job taking down those two Warped at my mall,” Diamond came to his defense.

Nori shook her head. “That was from twenty meters away, while we were holding steady. And he still missed a shot. On top of that, this cannon was designed to shoot at giant space rocks, it’s not a precision, anti-Warped weapon.

“It’s not Nathan’s fault,” Lana glared at the large Engineer. “We don’t even have a proper targeting system, and Nathan isn’t exactly a certified gunner.”

One of the guards who was wearing a bright red shirt stepped forward. “Why don’t you let me have a go?”

Diamond frowned at him. “Noah, what do you know about operating space weapons?”

The sandy-haired man grinned and pointed at Lana. “She just said that kid’s not a gunner. It just so happens I’m a level four Gunner, so why not give me a try?”

Diamond opened his mouth to object but Nori cut him off. “He’s right, we should’ve thought of checking if someone else has a compatible Path.”

Lana winced. “I guess we just got used to doing everything around here ourselves.”

“Noah, grab a chair and show us what you can do,” Nori ordered.

“All the chairs are currently occupied,” he pointed out.

Bulco rolled his eyes and nudged the man forward. “Just reach out with your hands and open your senses. You’ll know the spot when you reach it.”

“Use the force, got it,” Noah said with a smile. He raised his arms and hesitantly stepped forward.

“Better hurry up,” Diamond grunted, pointing at the Ferris wheel. “It doesn’t look like it’s gonna hold much longer.”

The Gunner’s eyes opened wide as he reached the side wall. “I can feel something here.”

Before he could say anything else, a chair sprouted from the floor, wrapping his entire lower body. The startled man cried in surprise. “Ugh! Holy shit, what’s going on?”

“That’s your chair, apparently,” Bulco answered.