Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn’t half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends’ departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. 

	There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this “gift” forced  on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy.

	 The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn’t help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like “Fate” and “hero” and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to “fuck off” and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago.  Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward “The Fresh Pot.” She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn’t used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of  Rohrbach’s calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. 

	Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. “Hello everyone.” Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn’t see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.