MARY<br/><br/>A white, not too suspicious cable van had been parked outside of Mary's apartment as she broadcast herself for the world to watch her tease it. On the inside though, the van was much more than a cable company vehicle, as monitors lined the walls, and a couple of techies sat with virtual keyboards as they drank their mountain dew and kept tabs on the young mutant lady.<br/><br/>But then one of them who was listening to an audio bug they had planted in her home one day, heard the familiar sound of the mutant ' s super speed. Quickly sitting up, he rubbed the tired from his ocean blue eyes that hid behind his simple white framed glasses and looked at her schedule to realize that she was a little late to one of her classes at the university.<br/><br/>Picking up his walkie talkie, he started to speak, "the target is gone! I repeat the target is gone, this is our window!" He declared.<br/><br/>Outside, another van pulled up to her curb and dumped a group of five SWAT-like individuals at her door, dressed to the nines like they were in a war, which was half true. One of them took the lead with his assault gun and kicked down her door with his combat boots, the other three carried a bunch of duffle bags worth of ordinance explosive to level the entire block in less than a second, "explosives have been planted, Dog Team 1 is heading back," the lead spoke calmly into his comms and all of them headed back into the van and both went their separate ways without raising any suspicions it seemed.<br/><br/>YVONNE-<br/><br/>Being in a gated community was in Yvonne's favor at the moment as there weren't any cable customers with issues. So the mysterious agents had to resort to a more hands off approach. For example, a kid a few houses down was paid big bucks to let a guy drive his remote control monster truck through the streets.<br/><br/>Attached to the motorized behemoth was a webcam that streamed the live feed back to the field office, but they still had to find a way inside the home, or they could never get an accurate read on this particular mutant.<br/><br/>So it was a good thing her employers had a doggie door installed recently...<br/><br/>PETER-<br/><br/>A white van emblazoned with a pest extermination company logo sat quietly in the parking lot of the hall that Peter had just emerged from with his buddy, Trent. One of the surveillance technicians popped his knuckles as he sent a text to a nearby undercover group of Dogs, plainclothes men who could tail a target like nobody's business.<br/><br/>The tail were actually undercover students of the university, who all coincidentally had the same schedule as Peter, they were that convincing that he had yet to figure out what was going on.<br/><br/>"You hear that?" One of the tial spoke into his earpeice, back to the Pest Control van, "find out more about this Rave,"<br/><br/>"Already on it," the Techie responded, he took a gulp of the mountain dew at his computer bank, and got to work as he started to upload the schematics for Saint Elizabeth.<br/><br/>CONNER-<br/><br/>A while back, when Conner wasn't home, the authorities managed to break into his meager apartment, and bugged his phone before leaving it completely untouched in a matter of seconds, so as Grandson and Grandmother conversed over the phone, another technician was scanning the cell towers and following the data.<br/><br/>But to find the grandparents and target them was against their code of ethics, or what passed for such. So the Technician shifted his focus on his buddy, Trent. Using facial recognition software, he found out that he belonged to a very well off family.<br/><br/>"Interesting," he said as he rubbed his stubble, "now what to do with this information?"<br/>MEL-<br/><br/>A group of plainclothes operators were tailing the girl on the back of the mutant's motorbike in a white sedan with no markings, even the licence plate was stolen. These men were careful never to leave any evidence of themselves.<br/><br/>"Where's he going?" One of them in the backseat asked, who happened to be a field technician, his bulky black laptop hooked up to the chair in front of him,<br/><br/>"No idea," the driver responded nonchalantly, with a hint of gruffiness,<br/><br/>"Well keep an eye peeled while I do my thing,"<br/><br/>LILY<br/><br/>A man sat on the edge of the roof of the university building, to anyone who cared to look up at their cell phones, it appeared that he was stargazing, despite it being mid day or late afternoon. But if someone were on the roof with him, they'd know that his black telescope was actually a compact, yet high powered rifle, and he was aiming it right at Lily.<br/><br/>"I have the mutant in my sights," he reported quietly, in between the popping of his bubble gum, "but she's surrounded by witnesses, permission to fire at will?"<br/><br/>"Permission denied," came a reply through his ear peice, "wait until she's alone, we don't risk civilian casualty, especially human civilians,"<br/><br/>"Roger that, act as eyes only. Understood," he popped another bubble before silently cursing, his trigger finger itching from being so close, yet so far.<br/><br/>WASHINGTON DC- SENATE BUILDING- 10:00 AM<br/><br/>Standing before his political peers, the man who had an affinity for roses was shuffling papers behind the Senate podium. Clearing his throat of any struggling phlegm with a refreshing glass of water, he set his sights on the gathering of television news crews as well as the gathered politicians, "ladies and gentlemen, my fellow Americans gathered together in the safety of their homes, I, your Vice President Joe Biden have something on my chest that I must discuss with you all. That pressure I feel is the lack of safety we all feel slipping from our grasp due to the individuals classified as Mutants."<br/><br/>"I understand there has been plenty of discussion and debate over the past few years, some of it beneficial, some of it not so much. I implore you all to continue this discussion, I beg parents to talk to their children, for teachers to formulate some type of lesson plan, for local churches to pray for those afflicted. It is with that word, afflicted that the United States Government has decided to consider the Mutant phenomena as a sickness, and with assistance from the CDC, there has begun work on a cure...,"<br/><br/>WALT- LATER THAT NIGHT- WASHINGTON DC RAVE<br/><br/>Pulling up to the front entrance of St. Elizabeth in a brand new Audi concept, he parked it, not really caring if anybody stole it. He ran his hand through his hair and adjusted his flashy rich kid outfit before heading inside where he was met by loud music and hot women.<br/><br/>He yelled out with excitement, but his voice was lost in all other sounds as he approached a girl having drinks with some friends and planted a wet one on her before spanking her and moving on.<br/><br/>He went to the bar to grab himself some unneeded liquid courage and started making out with two girls at the same time, getting his groove prepared before heading out with them to the dance floor to Flo Rida's 'GDFR', grinding against and towards the two of them.