[ WP ] Your mutation has revealed itself and you are enrolled into an elite team of meta humans .

`` Psi-tron.'' I growled, clenching my fists. The caucasian bald man looked up from his coffee and I-Pad and smiled. 
 
 `` So my boy, you're here to kill me?'' he asked, gesturing to the chair across the table. `` Have a seat, I'd rather be inconspicuous in this cafe. Call me Cecil.'' I sat down and glared at him. 
 
 He smiled and pressed his left index finger to his temple. A sugar packet levitated out of the condiment holder and hovered over his mug before being dropped in. He smiled at me again. 
 
 `` You know, my life has been a good one. I've worked with the Authority Patrol for years, facing countless threats to humanity. But then, your generation came along. The results of that damn shot given out at birth.'' I blinked. 
 `` What shot?'' I asked. Cecil chuckled and shook his head. 
 
 `` Oh, the government kept that secret from you, did they? They did n't tell you about Project Metahuman? The plot to make an entire generation of superhumans using vaccines and mutagentics over the course of thirty years?'' He shook his head again. `` Son, you've got to learn to investigate things better.'' He reached into his pocket and drew out a flash drive marked with a strip of red masking tape. He slid it across the table towards me and looked into my eyes. 
 
 `` Agent 8, use this knowledge and share it with those you trust. The Authority is not to be trusted.'' He closed his eyes. `` Now do what you came here to do.'' 
 
 I reached for my pistol and was about to fire it under the table when I saw Cecil reach into his pocket and pull out a tiny white tablet with a red line on it. An explosive pill. I screamed `` Get down!'' at the cafe's patrons, before tackling Cecil to the ground. But it was too late. As I lay on top of the psychic, an orange and red blossom of flame rushed out of his chest and hit me so hard, I blacked out. 
 
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 I awoke in the rubble of the cafe. I looked down at my hands and legs. They were pink and raw, but that was good. A sign that my healing factor was working normally. Then I winced as I saw a foot long piece of rebar embedded in my sternum. I made a silent thank you to God that my meta-human power also deadened pain while I healed. I heard voices calling my name. 
 `` Quinten?!'' A woman called. I managed to cry out weakly, `` hear!'' A fit asian woman in her mid fifties lifted the debris off of me and smiled. Lana was like my second mom. She'd been my superior officer while I trained for The Authority and seeing her so soon after my regeneration was great. 
 
 `` Hey rookie.'' she said, using her customary nickname for me. `` How you holding up?'' I felt the flash drive in my pocket and grinned. 
 
 `` Never been better.'' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

