[ WP ] After a very small percentage of the earths population develops super powers governments start training them for military use , one of them has just been assigned to your unit ...

“ If I ’ m allowed to speak freely sir, I have to say I ’ m not a fan of the idea. ” 
 
 
 “ You may, but I ’ m sorry, son, if it ’ s any consolation it ’ s not only your unit, these folks are being added everywhere. It has absolutely nothing to do with your unit ’ s performance, ” said the Sergeant. 
 
 
 “ Of course it hasn ’ t! We ’ ve outperformed every other unit by threefold! We take only the best and we do the missions no one else can, its what we're known for! Those suits in Washington want to jeopardize what we have by throwing some rookie with zero combat experience into the mix, all because he can move a pen without touching it or make someone shit themselves with his mind! ” 
 
 
 “ Now, son, I don ’ t think a gifted with that ability has ever been recorded, but I can understand your frustration- ” 
 
 
 “ Damned right you can, ” I said, cutting him off, my voice raised maybe a bit too loud for the metal cabin we stood in, “ everyone on this base strives to be a part of this unit. All of us worked hard to get where we are. Yet this guy gets a free pass because he can do something with his brain that I ’ m sure anyone with the right technology could accomplish! ” 
 
 
 “ Look at it this way; your unit is going to be facing a lot more unknown variables with all these unaccounted for gifted running around. You might even find yourself thankful when he ends up being the reason your unit keeps that top spot you value so highly, ” said the Sergeant, turning to leave. 
 
 
 “ I ’ ll believe it when I see it. What ’ s he do anyway? ” 
 
 
 “ He ’ s a sensory type, get ’ s all kind of information on people, can even tell if someone has powers just by looking at them, ” said the Sergeant, walking out the door. 
 
 
 “ Whole lot of help that ’ ll be in a combat situation, ” I said sarcastically to the empty room, taking a seat on one of the beds. 
 
 
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 I awoke to a light rapping on the door. A small figure opened it and peered into the cabin, not stepping inside, “ Hi, I ’ m sorry, I'm looking for D-Squad, can you point me in the right direction? ” he said. 
 
 
 “ You ’ re looking at it, ” I said, sitting up and gesturing to the blaringly obvious ‘ D ’ stencilled on the large metal door. 
 
 
 “ No, this can ’ t be right, I was informed there would only be one of us per unit, ” he said, nervously looking to the introductory booklet he held. 
 
 
 “ One of us? ” I asked. 
 
 
 He looked up from the booklet confused, “ Gifted, ” he said.
