[i]You know the enemy is preparing for war, when they begin recruiting soldiers.[/i] The Watcher observed as the U.S.F worked on recruiting a member of the powered populace. A teleported no less, by his workings there would be only a handful of people with abilities that interacted with the fourth dimension. Luckily he knew where one was that would be more than willing to contribute to their cause, especially with the fact that the Lorne Corporation was currently working with A.I thanks to a handy loophole in the legislation. Something that was probably put there in design, after all who in the U.N would care if there was a killing spree on Mars? Earth was what they cared about. The real question was, if he released her how far would she go. How far would she be [i]willing[/i] to go. A new race was emerging on Mars, true Martians. They needed someone they could rally behind.

Edith had done it before, for another cause. With all hope her loyalties would lie with her people. Looking back at his screens they changed to outside a prison cell deep within the Martian Crust. Thankfully they hadn't moved Edith yet and she still remained in her own cell rather than the new institution, that even he couldn't find with all his power. Several modifications later, and the locks on the door opened with a massive [i]clunk[/i] unlocking the cell. He couldn't talk to her yet, not without alerting the guards. Though hopefully she'd know what to do.

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Cassie ran. Into the humid, dust filled air. Of course people from Mars never knew any better, unless they served. All U.S.F facilities used the same systems to scrub and generate oxygen as spacefaring vessels, it was crisp, cool and fresh. Outside on Mars it was warm and dusty. There was always something about the air that seemed a little... off. It wasn't quite the same as the air on Earth or spacecraft but nobody could quite trace the difference, though the scientists liked to argue that there was no difference. They chalked it down to a psychological thing, obviously people were just imagining it. That was always their answer for something they couldn't prove.

In a burst of speed she brushed past several people, the wake causing a gust of wind to fly by them. Disrupting, hair, clothing, paper and any form of rubbish lying on the side of the ground. She needed to get off the street, that was the main thing. The longer the cameras could see her the greater the chance that she was going to be found again.. So without further thought she ran into the wilds. Her headset had long gone quiet, both with orders to surrender and the strange voice that had filled her headset urging her to run. Who was he? How did he know what she could do? More importantly how did the U.S.F know what she could do? She was alone and made sure she wasn't monitored whenever she chose to test out her powers. Something just wasn't sitting right, it wasn't adding up. Though that shouldn't have come as a surprise.

Mars was a whole new world.