[color=#A1E5DD][h2]Ward HQ[/h2][/color]
Nathan sighed as he paged through the patrol sheets. He had just about enough of the Wards, and their childish antics. He was 22, so he was lucky to be a PRT official, but he had to [b]babysit[/b] these damn Wards from dawn till dusk. Well not quite dawn till dusk per se, since they were still schooled nearby, but the point remains. He had to setup their patrol times, make sure they were eating, schedule their required therapy; The works. Still his salary made the babysitting well worth it, even if capes did make him more then a little uncomfortable. Some of their powers were just. . . Insane. He couldn't put into words the absolute terror he tended to feel when they demonstrated, indirectly, all the ways they could slaughter humans like sheep.

Nathan shook his head to disperse the fear, gathered the files, and walking into the Ward's living quarters. He wore a simple dress shirt, and slacks, with a PRT badge on his right breast, and a name tag pinned on the left. He had a taser, in holster on his right hip, with an actual pistol on his left. He was left handed, and the more perceptive Wards always noticed. He walked over to Chroma's bed, and set down a patrol schedule. A patrol was scheduled for 4:30, where he'd be accompanied by a cape named Scarlet. He put the next file on Scarlet's bed, detailing the same patrol, but with names reversed.

He looked around the room quickly. It was a hexagonal room with small rooms branching off from it. Past the wood doors that closed off these small room was where the Wards slept. Inside was decorated as they pleased, and in total there were 6 doors in this one room. A sign normally hung on their door, spelling out their names and various other things. The room between was a sort of wreck room, with a ping pong table, an old school arcade machine, a tv, a couch, etc. Most things kids liked to do in their free time was stuffed into this room. There was even a bookshelf, filled to the brim with new books replacing read books every week or so.

After he finished putting the various other files on top of the other Ward's bed sheets, he checked the time, noting that the Ward's would arrive within minutes. Those who didn't live at the building would still stop by to check when their various patrols would be. Nathan walked out of the room, shrugging past Scarlett and Chroma, masks already on. Though their faces were known to each other as the Ward's rarely hid that from team members. He didn't meet their eyes, but instead continued staring straight ahead, keeping the relationship with all Wards professional was not only expected; It was a job requirement.

A lot of Wards died on the job after all.

[color=#f24e4e][h2]Blackout's HQ[/h2][/color]
Ryan was absolutely exhausted already. He had his Kevlar gear on, excluding helmet, and was practicing with a knife. The instructor had left for the night, but had told him to train in full gear to get used to the knife's (and clothing's) weight. As such, Ryan was hacking and slashing away at a small training dummy in the middle of the room, shredding it with every strike of the razor sharp weapon. 

He was also appreciating the surreal situation he was in. Combat lessons, armor, guns. . . Utilities; Boss provided it all, no questions asked. He gave him all these resources on top of an amazing weekly salary. Looking around Ryan could see a tv in the corner, with a fridge on the other side of a crumbling wall. He had a couch across from the tv, normally sat on when watching said tv. He even had a mannequin to put his armor on when not in use, though it could easily be replaced as it had no insignia on it.

Despite all this Ryan was anxious. He had running water, a shower, a bed a place to live, any luxury, and no questions were asked. The Boss was helping him for seemingly nothing. He had to do a few robberies for the man, and was asked to recruit any parahumans he found, but other then that. . . Ryan lost his train of thought as he realized he'd been resorting to an old habit when he got stressed. He sighed and spoke out loud to himself, as he was taught to do. [b][color=#335ef9]"I feel anxious, because I am in a situation I don't understand,"[/color][/b] As he said the last word he stabbed the knife into the dummy's eye, and started taking his armor off piece by piece.