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nervous. Apparently she’s an
upper tier mentalist. She’s strong enough to block out me and
Torment, and since she’s a Used she can’t drop her guard and let us
in to help.”
    Ace nodded. She didn’t like the fact that
Angel had seemed to agree that the HSO was behind this incident.
That meant the organization was real. And if that was true that
meant they were likely responsible for Tomahawk’s death.
    “I know what you’re thinking Ace. Just keep
it under wraps for now, okay?” Angel said.
    He doesn’t know for certain either.
    Again she nodded. Ace didn’t want to think
about a secret organization of Antis bent on world domination.
Stuff like that wasn’t supposed to happen in real life. Not after
the Exceptionals War.
    Not everyone was satisfied with the outcome
of the War.
    They arrived at the interrogation room and
Angel opened the door. Torment was sitting across the table from
the woman that Ace remembered from the crime scene. Torment was out
of her body armor. Instead she had on a black tank top and fatigue
pants. She had to suppress a small pang of jealousy. Torment was a
knockout, with model quality features and the kind of curves that
drew the eye. Ace tried not to make comparisons between her and her
commanding officer.
    In the bright light of the room Ace could see
that the woman had been crying. Her green eyes were red-rimmed. Her
blouse was rumpled and the exhaustion was plain on her face.
    She’s had a rough night.
    “Ms. Carpenter, this is Ace,” Torment said as
way of an introduction.
    “I know who she is,” Ms. Carpenter replied.
“I can’t help but know who she is.” There was resignation in her
voice when she spoke. She put her face in her hands, her long,
wavy, red hair cascaded forward.
    “You said you’d be willing to talk to her,
correct?” Torment continued.
    The woman nodded. She looked up and pushed
her hair back. “Just me and her. You two can watch from behind the
glass where Deuce and Jacks are placing bets.”
    Ace blinked. Interrogation rooms were
supposed to be proof against mind powers. If she could read Jacks
and Deuce through the glass that meant Ms. Carpenter was one of the
most powerful Mental Class they'd ever encountered, easily as
powerful as Torment and Angel. The other two officers traded looks
and Ace just shrugged. It’s not like the woman would be able to
harm her.
    But why you? No other Used has reacted like
this.
    “Alright, Ace please do what you can,” Angel
said. Torment stood and the two of them left the room.
    Once the door was closed Ace took the chair
formerly occupied by Torment and said, “I don’t suppose you’d be
willing to tell me your first name?”
    “Emily,” came the reply.
    “Why did you want to talk to me Emily?” Ace
asked. She wasn’t very good at interrogations, or even talking to
people for that matter. It was hard to develop conversational
skills when seemingly everyone you ever met was intimidated by
you.
    “Because my powers are under my control when
you’re around. The first time in my life I’ve been able to turn off
the flow of information was when you walked into that room and
confronted Technosis,” Emily replied. She was crying, relief clear
on her features.
    That can’t be true. We would know if that
was true.
    Ace sat there stunned. She’d never had anyone
tell her that. She’d had to put down Used before. She usually saw
it as a mercy. Used were Exceptionals who had little to no control
on their powers. If they were physical powers it wasn’t usually a
problem. Mental powers were usually the worst. It was the most
dangerous Quirk there was.
    By some miracle Emily had been living with
uncontrollable mental powers her whole life. She was lucky she was
still sane. “Are you willing to tell me what your powers are?” Ace
asked. She didn’t know what else to say.
    “It can do what Angel and Torment can, just
more so, so much more. It makes me hear the thoughts of everyone
around me. And not just