<div style="text-align: justify;">“So, are you really sure this is going to work?”, a brunette in her mid-30s asked the man who was standing by the window. <br/><br/>“Well… yes and no”, the man replied. <br/><br/>“Meaning…?”, the woman questioned. <br/><br/>The man sighed and returned to his desk. “I know they will come. All of them have reasons to do this. All you have to do is look at their interviews. I do not know how useful their skills will be. But still, I need to make sure they won’t go around with their powers uncontrolled, causing damage to everyone and themselves”.<br/><br/>The woman nodded and looked at the list on her tablet. “All right, I’m sold”, she finally replied. “I’ll e-mail them all now, and let them know they will be picked up from where they are and brought in the house. Do you need anything else?”.<br/><br/>The man shook his head. “No. Remember to drill into their heads that they can’t tell anyone about where they are going”.<br/><br/>Nodding again, the woman left the room to make contact with the young supers.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Andrea “Andy” Allen (Sonic)</span></span><br/><br/>Andrea was a little nervous. Mr. Williams had gotten her this place to stay, a phone and a laptop, and had told her to wait. She had been waiting for almost a month, and she wasn’t sure what she was waiting for. Andy had been feeling so anxious she had spiked a few times, unprovoked, and ruined her clothes. She had even spiked once while in bed, and had to get her mattress replaced.<br/><br/>And Mr. Williams had yet to get in contact. Whenever she had called him, the man would ask her to wait, to be patient. And for some reason, when speaking to him, Andy felt relaxed, and that she should do what he was telling her to.<br/><br/>But as soon as the effect of the man’s soothing words was gone, she would start feeling anxious again.<br/><br/>As soon as her phone made a soft whistling sound, Andy jumped from the chair where she had been sitting with a book. Was it the time? Was it now? Would she finally know what Mr. Williams was planning?<br/><br/>Picking up her phone, Andy opened her e-mails. There was a new message that read:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dear Andrea,<br/><br/>I know you have been waiting for long enough. There were some things that had to be arranged, but all is done now. A car will show up tomorrow, at seven in the morning, to pick you up. Collect all your belongings, and do not tell anyone anything more than they already know. I will see you in the morning.<br/><br/>A. J. Willams.</span><br/><br/>“Finally!”, the girl exclaimed, dropping back on her chair. Whatever was supposed to happen, it would finally start moving now.</div>