<strong>At the precinct.</strong><br/><br/>There was quite the glower on Joe’s face. As he sat at his desk before Brian who had stole a glance at him from behind his computer monitor, the man looked absolutely angry; and at the same time, he seemed to be musing very deeply. “You…all right there, Joe?” Brian asked hesitantly as though expecting the man to snap.<br/><br/>“I’m just watching the clock and waiting for when the chief decides to hurry up and brief us in on what the hell is going on,” Joe growled. “I could have had that guy. We could have…” He was reminded of the Super’s ability. Evidently, he could pass through objects and even living things. The jail didn’t have cells for Supers. It only had cells for human beings.<br/><br/>“We could have what?” Brian inquired curiously.<br/><br/>“Nothing.”<br/><br/>Brian smirked. It sounded as though his partner had finally calmed down. “This is why SPECTRE handles the Supers, and we handle the humans.”<br/><br/>For a long moment, Joe had forgotten who he was, and at random moments that called for him to use his powers had he been reminded of what that was. His conscience was divided between a human and a Super, and so far, he had been more human than he thought. There was no way that he could apprehend a super villain without using his powers or requiring that SPECTRE get involved. The thought of how useless the Police Department was in this day and age made him actually feel the difficulty it was to be human. How hard it was to be normal when there were people running around with powers that could kill someone in numerous and bizarre ways. He was sure that it was terrifying for there was no super law to manage the powers of these people. There was no longer a super police force to make sure that the peace was kept and that the humans could go about living peacefully. Joe sympathized with humans that felt threatened—threatened so much that they felt SPECTRE needed to be created to give them assurance. Unknowingly, they had only created a monster.