Scene 1: The Fourth SS-Class
From a discreet vantage point overlooking the bustling City Hall lobby, Agent Lance Broadman had witnessed the entire spectacle. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, were now narrowed in focused intensity as Katherine Vance's power flared, sending Amber flying. Beside him, Detective Snow, his face perpetually hidden behind dark shades of glasses, stood silent, his posture unreadable.
"Get me everything you can on Katherine Vance," Agent Broadman commanded, his voice low and urgent, his gaze never leaving Katherine's retreating back as she moved towards the evaluation booth. "Everything. I want her file on my desk by end of day."
Snow gave a curt, almost imperceptible nod, already tapping away on his tablet, his fingers flying across the screen.
Lance reached for his secure comms device, his mind already racing, connecting dots he'd been tracking for years. He punched in a number, bypassing protocols.
"Patch me through to Director Hayes," he barked into the receiver, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We have a situation. A new SS-class. Katherine Vance. Telekinesis, with… additional manifestations. Wings. Shockwaves. The preliminary energy readings were off the charts before the system stabilized."
He paused, listening to the Director's grave response on the other end, his jaw tightening. "Yes, sir, I understand the implications. She's only the fourth SS-class in American history. The last one was almost thirty years ago. This changes everything." His gaze drifted out the window, past the city skyline, towards an unseen horizon. The memory of shattered buildings, of the screams from the last major outworld invasion, flickered in his mind. The subtle, yet increasingly frequent tremors, the whispers of new portals opening in remote parts of the globe – they were all harbingers.
"With the escalating global threats, Director, the increase in portal activity… we can't afford to let someone like this slip through our fingers. Her abilities, if what I just saw is any indication, are unprecedented for a new manifestation." He ended the call, a grim determination setting in.
"Snow," he said, turning fully to his assistant, his voice firm. "I want a meeting with Ms. Vance. As soon as possible. Top priority. Don't take no for an answer, but be subtle. We need her on our side, and we need her now."
Detective Snow offered another silent nod, his fingers already working to schedule the unprecedented meeting, the dark lenses of his glasses reflecting the distant, bright lights of the City Hall's grand chandelier. The game had just changed.
Scene 2 : A New Path
The next morning, Katherine dressed with a new spring in her step. Her usual jeans were swapped for a crisp blue skirt and a simple white top, a subtle change that mirrored the shift she felt within. As she walked across the bustling school lobby, a familiar hum filled the air, but this time, it wasn't the usual white noise of teenage chatter. It was her name.
"Is that her? The SS-class?"
"Did you see the news? Those wings were insane!"
"The fourth in history, can you believe it?"
The whispers were distinct, clear, no longer just a murmur but a symphony of her newfound fame. A wide, uncontainable smile crept onto Katherine's face as she walked, her internal monologue a joyous burst of disbelief. This is real. It's actually real. I have powers. SS-class! The thought was intoxicating.
"Hey! Vance! Don't just stand there daydreaming, we're going to be late!"
A familiar voice, deep and laced with amusement, cut through her reverie. She turned to see Caleb, leaning against a locker, a faint smile playing on his lips. He pushed off the locker, his intense dark eyes glinting. "Mid-term test, remember? Unless your new powers can ace it for you."
Katherine giggled, a genuine, carefree sound. "Shut up!" she retorted, playfully shoving his arm. They fell into step, hurrying down the hall, their shared laughter echoing in the suddenly less intimidating whispers around them. The weight of her new status felt lighter, almost fun, with Caleb by her side.
The mid-term felt like a blur. Her mind, still buzzing from the morning's revelations, struggled to focus on historical dates and literary analysis. When the bell finally rang, dismissing them, Katherine was halfway out the door when a teacher's voice stopped her.
"Katherine Vance? A moment, please. Someone is here to see you."
Surprise flickered across her face. Who could it be? she wondered, her heart giving an unexpected flutter. She walked out of the classroom and stopped short. Leaning casually against the wall just outside, a figure in a sharp, dark suit, was Mr. Lance. Agent Lance Broadman, the man from the City Hall live feed. Detective Snow stood silently beside him, his ever-present dark shades reflecting the hallway lights.
"Ms. Vance," Agent Broadman said, his voice calm, yet carrying an undeniable authority. "May I have a word?"
They moved to a quieter corner of the hall, away from curious ears. Broadman got straight to the point, his demeanor serious. "Katherine, my name is Agent Lance Broadman, from the Department of Meta-human Affairs. What happened yesterday at City Hall was... significant. Your abilities have been classified as SS-class Telekinesis, with unique energy manipulation and manifestation."
He paused, letting the words sink in. "You are only the fourth SS-class Meta-human in American history."
Katherine felt a fresh wave of shock, more profound than the one from the evaluation. Her classification was one thing, but to be one of only four? The sheer weight of that fact settled heavily on her. "I... I don't understand," she stammered, her earlier happiness replaced by a sudden surge of fear. "What does that even mean? I just... I just reacted. I'm scared, Mr. Broadman."
A flicker of empathy crossed Broadman's face. "And that's a perfectly natural response, Katherine. This is a lot to take in. But what it means is that you possess power unlike almost anyone else. A power that is critically needed."
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. "The world is changing, Katherine. The outworld invasions are becoming more frequent. We're seeing more portals opening, more incursions. Threats unlike anything humanity has faced before. We need powerful individuals, individuals like you, to stand on the front lines."
He straightened, his expression resolute. "My agency is forming a special unit, composed of exceptionally gifted Meta-humans. We believe with proper training, you could become one of our most vital assets. I'm here to offer you that training."
He pulled out a sleek, black card from his inner jacket pocket and handed it to her. It was heavy, metallic, with no visible writing, only a subtle shimmer. "This card contains the details for a preliminary meeting. Think of it as an orientation. It's a large commitment, Katherine, but one with the potential to protect millions."
Katherine stared at the card, her mind reeling. Superheroes. Outworlders. Training. It was a dizzying whirlwind, so far removed from her "normal" life just yesterday.
She made her way home in a daze, the card clutched tightly in her hand. That evening, at the dinner table, she laid it all out for her parents. Arthur and Eleanor listened intently, their expressions shifting from surprise to profound understanding. Even Leo was quiet, sensing the gravity of the moment.
"An SS-class?" Arthur murmured, a rare look of awe on his face. "Remarkable. Your abilities have truly surfaced, Katherine."
Eleanor reached across the table, taking her hand. "We know this is overwhelming, sweetheart. But if anyone can handle this, it's you. You've always been strong, even when you didn't have powers."
"And if Agent Broadman believes you can make a difference, then we believe in you too," Arthur added, a proud glint in his eye. "Go. See what this path holds for you. We'll support you every step of the way."
Their encouragement, steadfast and unwavering, slowly settled the turmoil in Katherine's heart. A new kind of resolve began to form. Maybe this wasn't just about her, or her family. Maybe it was about something much, much bigger. She looked at the card, the metallic shimmer catching the light. Her life, once so achingly normal, was about to become anything but.
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