It was a clear, humid night over New York mega city, awash with watery smell of hydrogen cars and bright with neons, streetlights and lit windows. Atop a sky-scraper, in his headquaters, a powerful person was doing his work. "Main screen." He said to his assistant. "Turn on. We have signal." The young man in lab coat gulped as he saw his joke was noticed and not found funny. "No idiocy, we have two more operations to begin today, zero class criminals. Show me the profiles." The screen that took up a whole two-story wall blinked and shown a young woman's face. In crisp, sharp colour, a slim blonde-haired girl was walking trough a dirty, 20-century neighbourhood of apartment blocks. "They've been breeding like rabbits, sir. We have no idea how come she can do what she can, though it's no doubt we're dealing with bio-kinesis of some kind. Science team suggested they will need to look inside her before giving a final verdict. As for now, we only have a second hand account of..." The hand that borignly tapped it's fingers on the chair's arm now waved dismissively, and the director's deep voice spoke again. "How many did she kill?" He reached for a notebook to check the list of available agents. "No one sir, she is a law-obeying citizen." The notebook's small screen shown a gallery of legal rogues, who's profiles were a highest class secret. "Technically, she isn't law-obeying. I make a little feint first. Who is next on the list? We've got a few little signals yesterday, right?"<br/>