SC: Year One | Prologue
 


“We have a problem.” 

“Oh?” Black Dragon leaned forward, huge leathery wings folded against her back, “I’d say you have more than just one. What can we help you with this time?” 

One of the agents from the Division of Paranatural Affairs slid a tablet across the conference table toward her. Her brother, Raven, turned on the tablet and swiped through the files stored on it. He raised an eyebrow. 

“Huh.” He passed the tablet to his sister, “Interesting.” 

Dragon scanned the tablet: it held files on several individuals who seemed to have a tendency to cause massive property damage on a nearly monthly basis. And they were all kids, none of them past their early twenties. 

“Alright, we’ve got some paranaturals running around,” Dragon said, “And you want us to snag and bag them for you, is that it?” 

“We just wanted you to be aware of the situation,” The DPA agent called Wright said, pulling out another tablet, which was also slid across the table. “This is what we’re wanting you to look into.” 

Dragon took the tablet this time, scanning over it. 

“Damn. Looks like Hummingbird’s having some trouble.” She showed the files to Raven, who now raised both eyebrows. 

“That many paranaturals in Hawaii? No wonder.” 

“Well, it’s just him over there, and he’s only human. I’m surprised he’s been able to hold out this long.”

“He’s resourceful,” Raven said. “He’s got his methods.” 

“So you’re going to handle the paranaturals?” Dragon asked, turning her attention back to Wright and his partner. 

“They need to be handled; we have our methods.” 

“I know you do,” Dragon said, frowning, “I don’t like them.” 

“We do what we must to keep the world safe. These paranaturals are a threat, and they will be treated as such.” 

“You know, I had a thought,” Raven said, leaning forward on his elbows, black feathered wings rising slightly behind him, “what if we handled both situations? That way you don’t have to get your hands dirty, and we don’t have to worry about you fucking up and killing one of these kids with your trigger happy special forces.” 

His voice was even and calm as he spoke to the two agents, but it was clear he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

“We’ve seen you screw up too many times,” Dragon added. “These paranaturals are barely more than teenagers.” 

“Age doesn’t matter,” Wright said, “They’re dangerous.” 

“And we’ll handle it. Give us a few days and we’ll have them all in custody.” 

“Fine.” Wright stood. “But you can’t handle every paranatural that’s out there, that’s what the DPA was made for.” He and his ever silent partner left quickly.

“I don’t like him,” Dragon said after the door closed. 

Raven handed the tablet to someone at his left, a woman, or more realistically, an android. “SITCH, can you run this through our database? Track down where these kids are.” 

She nodded, standing, and as silent as she had been through the whole meeting. 

“We should probably take care of this before the DPA gets impatient,” Dragon sighed, stretching her wings out. “And we’ll need to help out Hummingbird before something comes along that he can’t handle.” 

Sudden inspiration seemed to strike Raven then, “Brie,” he said, using his sisters real name, “We could get these kids trained and send them over there. They all have the potential, and I bet he’d appreciate it.” 

“And who’s going to train them?” Brie asked, “Us? Church, we’ve got our plates full most of the time as it is. Not to mention neither of us have any experience with training. We just had to fall out of the nest and we were set. These kids have powers that have the potential to destroy a neighborhood with barely more than a wave of the hand.” 

“Erik might be able to. He’s training those two kids with the lizard powers.” 

“And he’s got his hand full with them. You’ve seen how stressed he is, trying to keep them under control.” Brie thought for a moment. “We could ask Vince, he’s got experience with learning how to control powers.” 

“Are you kidding?” Church asked. “Vincent is off the map, he barely talks to us. Why would he help us train a bunch of upstart paranaturals?” 

“He knows what happens if his powers aren’t controlled,” Brie answered, “And I’m sure he’s bored. He’s cooped up in his house all day, and doesn’t haven’t any friends.” 

“And you know all of this how?” 

“We have lunch once a month.” 

“And you didn’t think to tell me this?” 

“I did, but you were busy. Either way, I’ll call him. I bet he’d appreciate the change of pace.” 

“If you say so.”