Completely New York. Cars buzz between the forest of skyscrapers while crowds of people mingle below. On the sidewalk a well-built girl in plain clothes is heading back from her university. The dirty and slummy neighbourhood is a contrast from the spotless glass halls of the uni, and so will be her cozy flat which is neither grubby nor illustrious. It's just a nice, pleasant apartment at the third floor. Her parents won't be home at the moment, both working hard and passionately on the project of New York Space Elevator that was the first constuction like that in states. Little did she knew that her apartment was bugged by a police-man who's order came from the most secretive part of the force. Little did she knew that two 'agents' were enjoying a cofee at the corner caffeteria awaiting till she gets home. But such suprises would wait for later. Right now she could be stunned enough by the sight of three mean looking fellows in artificial-leather jackets standing behind a dumpsted and preparing... Needle guns!? Two buff thugs and a mean looking punk-girl were loading very deadly and illegal weapons, not noticing her come by.<br/><br/>Agents 'Inimicus' and 'Laughing Lady' just met themselves. A plain but somewheat grim man with dark hair and a busty redhead with an unsettling smile. They both were to gain insight into the life of Jennifer Landrez living a few buildings away, focusing on what kind of scientific phenomenon she posseses and to what extent is she able to use it. Both realized that such cases are only the first thing before a 'superpowered human' is spirited away and rarely seen again. Both could have their own thoughts about it.<br/><br/>In addition to the Landrez case, there was one more thing to investigate, though it would require much more snooping around and just plain luck. A young man that was reported to have "Long, writhing tentacles! Oh my god!" was tracked by the unit for a few weeks now, and all pointed towards him skulking somewhere in this neighbourhood.<br/><br/>Of course the agents are not required to blow their cover when the techno-punks start their rioting, unless extremely nessesary.