"More! C'mon, quit holding back!" The woman's voice boomed over the hidden intercom into the room. Fire flooded from the small figure in the crematorium-like room, it's walls burnt solid black, smoke stains on the ceiling. "You can do better!" The woman, clad in red leaned over the intercom, watching the young woman pouring fire from her pores, trying to motivate her.<br/><br/>"I can't, I can't heat it any more!" She pleaded, her legs weak, sweat evaporating as soon as it formed.<br/><br/>"You were sixty degrees hotter two weeks ago, what happened!?" With a thud, the woman banged into a desk, multiple fist-marks a sign of previous training sessions. "Where's that rage, Firefly, you have to want it! You're a torch, be a sun!" nearly four hundred degrees, the red numbers measured the heat of the figure in the center. The thermal scan wavering, Firefly losing her concentration. "Wha... I guess that's it for today." Colossa gritted her teeth, she expected so much more from the woman.<br/><br/>The young woman in the midst of the sea of flame collapsed, sitting on her knees, her clothes long since burned away, she was left wearing a specially made, fire-proof, metallic body suit... although it left very little to the imagination. The fire burned itself out, leaving the girl with vapors rising from her. "I'm sorry. I thought I was doing better." She slammed her hands into the ground, the door to the holding cell opening, Colossa stood in the doorway.<br/><br/>"I expect better of you next time, no more of this half-ass bullshit. You're a member of Arcadia, people depend on you, do you really want to disappoint them?" Her tone was harsh, but Firefly knew she wasn't really angry, just that she expected more. "By the way, Wattage wants to see you, he says there's a meeting of some kind, and I don't think it's just for the DTA."<br/><br/>"What!? When did you get this message?"<br/><br/>"About ten minutes ago, when you were busy being shown up by wet matches." With a sarcastic, almost malicious smile, the woman turned on the clear catwalk and walked away. Firefly sighed angrily, and ran out of the room, looking down to the first floor entry room.<br/><br/>"Care to join us, Miss?" Wattage's tone was condescending. The entire population of Arcadia was there, save for one or two stragglers. Firefly grunted, glaring at Colossa, who turned, and simply leaped over the rail, landing with a hard crash, her girth nearly damaging the steel floor. Firefly would copy, but a twenty foot fall seemed bad for the small-framed girl.<br/><br/>"Come one, Beauty Queen, we're waiting."<br/><br/>"Blow me, Alicia." Firefly spat the green girl's name, running for the stairs. A moment later, she entered the large room, "What's going on?"<br/><br/>"Wattage has some kind of-"<br/><br/>"I wish to inform you all of a situation that has recently come to our attention." Wattage interrupted, "The UN has announced a 'No Tolerance' charter against us instituted immediately. Our kind will be targeted mercilessly. This is a sensitive matter, one that I do not take lightly, neither should you. We need to make our voices heard. Colossa," Wattage motioned to the large woman clad in red, "will be leading a few select of us in an attempt to make our voices heard. This will not be an attack, simply a message." He smiled, and pulled up a map, unrolling it on a table in the middle of the small crowd. "We're here," he motioned to the tip of the rocky mountain range, located on the colorado river, "And there's a holiday fireworks display that will be attended by a few very influential politicians here." He motioned to a humble city just off the river. "Wyrd will be more than capable of expediting the trip. Those in attendance here will be leaving in two days, so be prepared. The trip will be a full day, so pack very little, but be ready for security personnel and very little in the way of mercy." Wattage straightened up, "While I am not condoning or glorifying violence..."<br/><br/>"I am." Colossa added sarcastically.<br/><br/>With a glare, Wattage continued, "Self-defense will be a must, but remember, this is simply a message. Understood?" Wattage took a step back, "Colossa will have more information of a plan, Plasma and Static will be staying here to guard the base while you're out, I too will be staying behind."<br/><br/>"What about Avalon?" Firefly questioned.<br/><br/>"Oh, is he still here?" Wattage criticized. "He refuses to use his powers, he's useless on this mission, he'd be another body to protect. Now if there are any further questions or comments, please direct them to Colossa, I must return to my duties." With that he turned and headed for the elevator, disappearing behind the sliding metal doors.<br/><br/>"Looks like I don't get to go." Static frowned. "I wanted to try out this new move I learned... If I concentrate, I can blow up cell-phones... just like grenades, it's awesome." She sounded almost too pleased with her ability to turn a common item into a deadly explosive. Firefly simply sighed, she wasn't a fan of the violence, but knew it to be necessary on occasion. "Well, I'm gonna go get some food, Plasma, since we're both out, wanna join me?" Before he could answer, the over-zealous girl grabbed him by the arm, escorting him to the third floor. Firefly followed, sighing, Her part was always passive anyways, her power was pretty unsustainable.