Several days had gone by and Chase thought he was finally starting to get a grip on where everything was in the residential wing. He'd received his own room, which only confirmed his assumption that he wasn't leaving any time soon. 9C12, that was his new home. He soon found out, or at least he was pretty sure, that he was on the same floor as the Stella girl who didn't want to fight. It was a little piece of interesting information, but he really couldn't do anything with it.<br/><br/>He'd visited the rec room (where everything was moveable, but chained down) and found that, like the doctor said, the PL's hadn't affected his physical ability. That was good to know. So if his reduced powers weren't enough, he could just punch his opponent in the face.<br/><br/>So far, he'd had a pretty easy time with the Tasks. They'd started him off small since he was relatively new to them, but either way, the criminals they gave were mostly level 1s or 0s. While some of them were physically strong, they had almost no defense against his abilities.<br/><br/>He'd never seen the need to before, but in recent days, Chase had been practicing with his Esper powers. With not only his power diminished, but his control too, he felt the need to get a better handle on things.<br/><br/>Currently, the recently tamed Esper was in his room, reclined on his bed. In the distance, he heard a loud booming sound and the building shook slightly. "Hmm, I wonder what--" Chase interrupted himself when he noticed something. It was... a smell; something...<span style="font-style: italic">electric</span>.<span style="font-style: italic">There are many strong people nearby,</span>he realized. Chase always connected that strange smell to a high level Esper being nearby.<br/><br/>Curious, he got up out of his bed and moved to his door. He pressed the button on the wall, but the door didn't open.<span style="font-style: italic">Systems must be down,</span>he thought idly. Carefully, and with a great amount of focus, for he wanted to do this right, Chase formed his willpower around the door, slowly shrinking the field. Bit by bit, the door crumpled with the field until there was a hole big enough for him to wriggle through.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Off I go,</span>he thought cheerfully, walking toward the nearest elevator, which happened to be past what he thought was Stella's room.