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those with extra-ordinary abilities, does not actually exist, since it occurred prior to The Great Redaction.  As such, he’s come up with a plan.  This plan, to put it simply, is that he wishes to leverage superhuman abilities in the aid of the defense of our nation.  It’s a scary world out there and he aims to use every item within our possible arsenal to keep our borders safe.”
    “And that's where we come in, huh?” Buddy asked.  “You want us to be the new nukes?”
    “Well, not exactly.  This movement is still in its infancy.  We honestly have no direct plans on how to move forward at this point.  I merely mention it to allow you to understand that there has been a paradigm shift in the oversight of my department and how we have been directed to interact with the likes of you.”
    “I suppose that explains why we haven't seen any signs of you guys ever since the whole Damon thing,” said Alexa.
    “That is one of many reasons.”
    “So, if you're not here asking us to enlist, what do you want?” Zero asked.
    “Information.  Information on Arthur Flores to be precise.”
    “Sorry, dude,” Ryan spoke.  “We haven't seen him.  He went into hiding right after the events on Barber St.”
    “Unfortunately, I know for a fact that this is not entirely true.  Although you may not have seen much of the MHDT since the events at Barber Street six months ago, they’ve seen an awful lot of you.  I have reports stating that there has been at least one of you who has visited the man on more than one occasion since that fateful day.” Murphy looked accusingly at Alexa.
    “You sure as hell better not be pointing any fingers at me,” Alexa scowled in return.
    “I'd prefer to not have to play the role of a demon by calling you out like this, but you have been visiting with Mr. Flores at least once a week since he disappeared, haven't you?”
    “No.”
    “What is he talking about, Alexa?” Buddy asked.
    “Nothing, Buddy.  He’s just trying to pit us against each other.”
    “Oh, but dear Alexa, I have it on good authority that you have been escaping off to some location weekly.  Due to your special talents, I will admit that we aren’t always able to track your final destination, but we have, on more than one occasion, been able to determine your arrival at the supposed entrance to The Defenders Bunker.  Are you trying to say that it is not Arthur Flores with whom you have been secretly meeting?”
    “That's right; I haven't seen Arthur for months.”
    “You know, I had always wondered about that,” Buddy began.  “I mean, you were his right hand woman right up until the end there.  It didn't make any sense to me that he would be--”
    “I haven't been meeting with Arthur!” Alexa yelled as she stood.
    “This would probably go a lot easier if you just told everyone what you have been up to, sis,” Ryan spoke softly.
    “Yes, Ms. Rose,” Murphy said with a dark grin on his face.  “Please.  Tell us.”
    “Alright, fine.  Look, I was meeting with Arthur for a couple weeks after the whole Barber Street thing, but that ended months ago.  I swear.”
    “Oh, come on, Ms. Rose.  My men have spotted you running off at least once weekly for months now.  Just earlier today, in fact.”
    “I can’t believe we’re ignoring the fact that you’re flat out admitting to spying on us,” Alexa yelled.  “What do you think gives you the right to—”
    “Now, now, Ms. Rose, you can hardly blame us for wanting to know more about the people who have been protecting our city.”
    “Right,” Alexa huffed.
    “If you have not been visiting Arthur Flores, perhaps you could enlighten us as to where you have been running off to by yourself so frequently.”
    “Come on, Alexa,” Ryan again spoke softly.
    “Not here.”
    “I don't think you have much of a choice.”
    “I'll tell everyone when I'm good and ready.”
    “Okay, fine,” Ryan conceded.  “But you're going to have to give them