[center][h1][b]Last Ride to Alcatraz[/b][/h1][/center]
[center]
[color=FDDA0D]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color]

[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d8c6c3d5e8d1a777d5e8c83aadd65674/d57b806e0aa29604-42/s400x600/c89d24cfba05d691bc491a44e7dfadb53a50c5b3.gif[/img] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/7fdd40546ccae6a17a583b2f91762ee2/d57b806e0aa29604-d3/s400x600/b9e730462ce34082daa9d57887fe082ff90853ba.gif[/img][/center]
[indent][sub][color=FDDA0D][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [color=silver]AEGIS Bus [color=FDDA0D]→[/color] Alcatraz Compound[/color][/sub][sup][right][color=FDDA0D][b]Issue #1:[/b][/COLOR] [color=silver]Last Ride to Alcatraz[/color][/right][/sup][/indent][center][color=FDDA0D]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/center][INDENT][sub][color=FDDA0D][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [color=silver]N/A[/color][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][color=FDDA0D][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [color=silver]N/A[/color][/right][/SUP]
[indent][color=white]After refusing to engage with a girl in front who was eager to talk, Kaitlin Langstraat kept her eyes glued to the bus window near her, planting her head against it as they drove through San Francisco to their next destination.

Between her hands was an old silver dollar, one she kept rotating in her hands to try to think about anything else than the events that led her to her current situation. It didn’t work, not really.

Being diagnosed as a metahuman would’ve been world-shattering enough for her, given society’s particularly uneasiness with those with the affliction, but the universe had decided it would be much more fun if a bunch of other things happened around that as well; because the universe was a practical joker. A comedian. A laugh riot. 

The funniest joke of all was that her abusive father that she had avoided for several years turned up in Santa Clara, when she was at work in the local mall.

She couldn’t even remember what happened. What he said. How he looked at her. None of it. She had been told she had an “episode” by the police and doctors. There had been damages, injuries. They weren’t forthcoming with the details and neither was AEGIS when they showed up and gave her an offer she couldn’t willingly refuse. With a pending lawsuit from the ownership group who owned the shopping mall and official charges lingering in some kind of legal purgatory, she found herself scared and out of luck. Of course she took the offer from AEGIS. Legal protections? Evaluation and training of her metahuman abilities? Making the lawsuit go away? They did all that. Part of her was grateful for it, it was like a Get Out of Jail card from Monopoly but in real life. 

What else could she do?

[center][youtube]https://youtu.be/QRz1Ss_xSvQ[/youtube][/center]
And then they arrived at the island. It took two trips, but the beginning was over.

It was a relief in a way, she mused, as she tried to get a good look at her surroundings to the best of her ability. Not that she was preparing an escape from Alcatraz like that old Clint Eastwood movie or anything, but more in line with her not liking surprises. Being perceptive had kept her alive since forever ago and that wouldn’t change, even under someone else’s care. Anything she could see and remember she would be sure to take mental notes of. One particular thought came to mind as they were already being treated like numbers on an orange jumpsuit.

[center][sub][color=FDDA0D][b]I guess this being like ‘Summer Camp’ was a mild exaggeration. Cool.[/b][/color][/sub][/center]
It felt so surreal. 

Lined up. Being ready to be shipped off to their least favorite corners of a historic prison. All for the common good of America. The good of the community.

It was absurd how the warden tried to paint it. So absurd that one of the other metahumans, a boy, made of stone, made a remark that actually made her giggle, a giggle she quickly covered with her hand. Not a common occurrence, but she didn’t expect it so readily dispensed at the warden’s expense. It was enough to maybe, just maybe, make her think that this little situation wouldn’t be completely terrible.

Just maybe.[/color][/indent][/indent]