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and pick on her. He was a Fourth and a
Speed Class. Ace was convinced that part of his problem was he was
only a mid-range, not an upper tier Exceptional.
    “What’s up?” Ace asked. She didn’t bother
hiding her annoyance.
    “Captain wants you down in interrogation.
Says one of the witnesses wants to talk to you,” Left Hook
replied.
    That was unusual. Normally witnesses opened
up to Torment or Angel. Angel was the one in charge of Ace’s E.E.D
precinct. He was an upper tier Mental Class on par with Torment.
They also shared exactly the same powers. There were rumors the two
were dating, but Ace doubted that very much. Torment and Angel were
both sticklers when it came to rules and a relationship with a
coworker was a big time violation of department policy.
    Ace saved her report and said, “Alright.” She
paused looked him in the eye and continued, “Touch my stuff and
we’ll have a repeat of what happened last time.”
    He put his hands up in mock submission.
“Sure, I read you.” Left Hook had messed with her desk right after
her assignment to Torment’s Unit. She’d hung him upside down from a
flagpole, on the top of a building. They’d both been subject to
disciplinary action. A good cop Left Hook might be, but he was a
terrible person.
    He’s an asshole.
    The interrogation rooms were in the basement
of the precinct. Ace took the elevator and had to suffer through a
number of awkward moments when members of the regular police saw
her standing in the elevator. Most normals were adjusted to the
Exceptionals all the way up the Fourths. The first of the Fourth
Generation had been born over fifty years ago.
    Things were different with her. She knew
about the rumors that people spread about her powers. Some were
right, others were wildly speculative. Yes she could, and had,
survived being shot by a tank, but no she couldn't kill a person
just by looking at them.
    Well you can’t.
    When she finally got to the basement she was
more annoyed. She did her best to keep it under control as she
showed her ID and was buzzed in. The entire floor was heavily
secured. Antis had been known to try and break out known associates
or witnesses against them. Not a one of the precautions could have
stopped Ace, but she didn’t want to break in. She didn’t want to be
there at all. She very much disliked taking part in interrogations.
She didn’t even like taking witness statements at crime scenes. It
always felt like she was intimidating people into talking, which
was a clear violation of their rights.
    Captain Angel met her on the other side of
the mag-locked, all steel blast door. The Captain was tall and
thin. His dark skin and eyes could have made him intimidating, but
his face was perpetually smiling and his short, wiry hair was
completely white and had been his entire life.
    Sure, he gets an easy Quirk.
    His tie was loose and the top three buttons
of his shirt were undone. He looked stressed, despite the smile.
“Thanks for coming down here Ace,” he said extending his hand. She
shook it and said, “No problem Captain. What can I do to help?”
    They started down the corridor. “Well, most
of the hostages you rescued didn’t know much. The normals for the
most part were grateful to make it out alive. The Regs were the
same. A couple had a few bits of intel for us, but not much more
than you’d already told Torment. And you were right; one of them
had put up a force field to protect them from that… weapon. However
there was one that was of particular interest. She’s an Unreg and a
Used. Said she spoke to you after you secured the scene.”
    Ace nodded. She remembered the woman. She
hadn’t shown any of the usual signs of being a Used. “She seemed
like a normal when I spoke to her, though she did say that
Technosis was being used by the HSO,” Ace said.
    Angel sighed and ran a hand through his short
hair. “That’s what we were afraid of. Anyway we need you to go talk
to her. Right now she’s scared and