Donutman presided over a spacious conference room deep in the maze of the Federal Building’s fourth floor. He stood at one end of the room that was dominated by a large whiteboard. The students sat around an oblong conference table. The hum of air conditioning and a ceiling-mounted projector harmonised as a vague background ambience, only noticeable when the room grew silent. A pull-down projector screen covered most of the board, but the misaligned projection spilt out onto the plastic surface next to it where tacky remnants of black marker dotted the edges of the powerpoint.<br/>The slides contained a summarised version of whatever topic Donutman discussed, delayed by a few minutes as he meandered amongst introductions before remembering to advance to the next stage of his presentation.<br/>Kira slouched in one of the wheeled office chairs that surrounded the long table at the centre of the room, her arms folded against the chill of the air conditioning that seemed to blow directly down her neck. She took a breath before reaching across the table, self consciously glancing back and forth as she retrieved her fourth doughnut. They were the most delicious treats she had ever tasted. Luxuriously sweet and texturally perfect, the doughnuts, which Donut man had created out of thin air before Kira’s eyes, were absolutely addictive.<br/>Kira turned to Sabina as she settled back into her seat and shrugged as she took a bite out of the pastry. Kira didn’t know much about the others that were here, but a few of their powers were already evident. She couldn’t help but feel like out of all of them, she was the least deserving to be here. She thought back to landing herself in hospital last time she fully utilised her powers. At least they could use their abilities without threatening herself as well as those around her.<br/>Donutman droned on through the session. Kira really tried to give it her one hundred percent concentration, but his even tones eventually lost her. Kira slowly zoned out, absentmindedly contemplating her history of barely scraping her way through school and how hopeless she was at listening when it came down to something important. Kira was all too aware that Sabina seemed to be her opposite in this area.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“Norton!”</span>Booker roared, as he led a team of officers into the warehouse.<span style="color: #BF0000">“What in the name of-”</span>He took in the dead bodies littering the visible areas of the building, quickly coming to the conclusion that Casey had not missed anyone.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“All teams, sweep the building for remaining threats,”</span>Booker ordered the more than a dozen men that were picking their way through the corpses. Booker approached Casey, his rifle held low. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and he still eyed the interior of the warehouse. “And tell the paramedics to get in here once you have any survivors restrained,” He added to the men before turning off his mic.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“I see you’re still taking protocol and stuffing it down that mine shaft you live in,”</span>Booker growled as he came to a stop just short of Casey.<span style="color: #BF0000">“Good to see you back on your feet, hoss.”</span>Even Booker’s sensibilities for doing things right couldn’t get in the way of the relief he felt as the adrenaline faded away.