[center][b]Phoebe[/b][/center]

Phoebe was pretty  much forcing Daniel into clothes as the young boy squirmed, when the news report came on. Her whole attention was diverted to the TV, which she could just see in the living room, and had the volume up so she could hear it, fear suddenly gripping her completely. 

[i]Dad...[/i] Her father had to have survived. It just didn't seem possible that there could be a world without Bruce Wayne. But...he would have contacted by now, she knew. Daniel squirmed, one arm half in his shirt, the other out, and gave a small cry. "Sorry, sorry Baby" Her voice was thick, "RYAN!" She called, holding Daniel in her eyes, eyes suddenly blurry. 

"Ryan!" Urgency was in her voice, "Someone's attacked the academy!" She unconsciously jiggled Daniel, if only to stop him from crying at this sudden yelling, this outburst. She kissed his forehead, trying to sooth herself, but unable to. "Oh, gods, my father, the other teachers, the students!" She knew some of the students, having gone back a few times to visit, as well as to give guest lectures. Foolish, confused, troubled, cheerful young teens. and very young adults Just like she had been, like they all had been six years ago. 

She still remembered that first day. She would always remember it. [i] "Hey. You new here too? I'm Ryan. Ryan Allen. " [/i]. The very first person she had talked to. He had swept her off her feet-Literally. That first wild run, to the pizza shop still made her laugh. She had learned so  much at the academy, and not just about her powers, but about herself. For it to suddenly be gone...it was a great loss. She looked down at Daniel. This child of hers, who already displayed Ryan's speed, her plant control. How were they to keep him safe, when the Academy, the one place that should be completely safe, was gone?

Panic began to set into her, and she clutched Daniel close to her. Her son would be safe. 

[center][b]Kalinda[/b][/center]

Kalinda was already in her office, an early appointment forcing her to be there. She leaned back in her office, the patietns file open in front of her, listening, half, to the TV when the academy was mentioned. She looked up, eyes dark, watching the screen, the report. It was hard to tell just what she was thinking, not that there was anyone in the room to see her expression, curiously blank. 

She leaned back in her chair, pondering it all for a moment. 

"Well" She looked up at the ceiling, lips pursed. Then she leaned forward, pressing the intercom button. "Lacey? Please, cancel my appointments for the day. Something urgent has just come up"

"But, Miss, Sara has just arrive-"

"Tell Sara that her husband is cheating on her and that she isn't paranoid, no matter what he says and that  sincerly hopes she goes and gets herself a lawyer to wring him dry and leave his sorry butt behind. That will help her more than anything I can do. Of course, she has my number is she wishes to contact me. But really Lacey, I need my day free" 

She rose, going over to a conceal door in the far wall, opening it. Her suit, black, and hooded, hung there, almost like black, leathery skin. And that was, essential, what it was meant to be. A second skin. Tight fighting, clinging to her body in a way that let her move freely. 

It was time to do some investigating, and spying. The academy wasn't just a place where she had learned to control her powers. It was, essentially, the only place she belong. So she would do what she could, to hunt the people down that had done this. Something else she was good at. 

She pressed a button, and the windows blacked out. She changed into her suit, pulling the mask over her face, and then the hood. The only thing that wasn't tight about the suit was the extra, loose fabric that when she moved her arms out, hung between her arms, and back. Like wings. She checked herself over, nodded, and went out the secret entrance of her office. 

[center][b]Connor[/b][/center]

Connor hadn't left home yet, curiously, for once, running late. He had began, over the last year or so, to take over more and more of the running of Stark industries, and preferred the hands on approach. So he was home when he saw the reported about the attack. It stopped him, made him frown. 

He had heard nothing of a group that could do something like this, and Connor kept informed of a lot of activity. Someone who could do this, had to have power, members, and money. Kijani would be the best source of information, but is she didn't know anything about this group, for surely it had to be a group, then it would be beyond troubling. 

He probably wouldn't get into work today. 

He sent a few texts out, one to Ryan [i]I wouldn't bother going in today. I think we have more pressing issues, don't you.? And if not, turn the news on, now[/i] and a similar one to John, virtually asking if he was watching, having, quite briefly, forgotten the man didn't own a TV, but surely something like this would be on the Radio as well, And definitely on the internet. 

He sent a text back. [i]You really need to get a TV, John. The Academy has been attacked. They don't think there is any survives. The police know virtually little. I have heard nothing of a group that could do this to the Academy. Have you heard anything?[/i]

There was recent graduates from the Academy, Connor knew. He would have to contact them, too. If only to make sure they were okay, after all, surely they had known some of the remaining students at the school. 

What was going on?