News Anchorman Ryan Johnson stood at the podium, shuffling around some papers as the camera crew and other staff prepared for broadcasting. As soon as the clock hit 5:00, the camera started rolling, and Ryan Johnson started using his own soothing voice to relay the news. "Good morning, New Skywell", the friendly sounding young man said to the camera, "Our average temperature for today is going to be a decently pleasant sixty-six degrees, Fahrenheit. It's going to be a calm day, with just a few clouds."

"For our 'interestingly able' viewers, the International Anti-Super Defense Command has put into action the Super-Registration program starting today. If you've been paying attention to our little channel, this act was authorized by many world governments just a few weeks ago. If you find an IASDCOM agent knocking on your door today, that's probably going to be why."

He cleared his throat a little, "Something in my throat, heh.", "IASDCOM made the announcement yesterday afternoon that the act was publicly passed in all participating countries.". "As well, Presidential Candidate Thomas Goodwill's approval rating has unexpectedly dropped to 56%, a massive ten point decline. This is likely because of his earlier profane comments on the aforementioned registration act."

He continued with the 'morning politics' for a few minutes, until the station went to commercial. Channel Eight News was one of the most popular networks. Ryan Johnson was commonly called their best news anchor. His pleasant voice, and lovely accent, was just peachy to wake up to.

After the two-and-a-half minute commercial break, "This just in, a large archaeological team has been gone missing in Japan, contact was confirmed completely thirty minutes ago. This team of archaeologists was investigating a mysterious tomb, said to contain a legendary swordsman."

"Let's hope he was a nice one!", Ryan joked. "Continuing on, IASDCOM has also announced it's going to begin selling public patents for its' 'Normalcy Field' technology to certain New Skywell companies."

The news continued being reasonably boring, as the various superheroes of New Skywell were likely beginning to get up. Aside from one, but he wasn't exactly super.

"...You think anything bad's going to happen?", A somewhat short man in some sort of military suit said to the driver of the vehicle, a dark-grey Aston-Martin DB5. The driver, a taller, bearded fellow responded jovially, "Nah, I can't think of any suspected supers I've heard of we'll be going to today would really mind registering. You'll be fine anyway, you at least got your revolver, right?" "Yessir", the slightly russian-accented agent said in response.

"So who's the first one again?" "Ah, Corona, read her file again. First one in the brief case.". Arthur opened the briefcase, on the left it had a small stack of papers, and on the right it had his own revolver. Adamska paraphrased it out loud, reading it all in half of a minute or so. "Sofia Roberts, also known as Corona, has light based abilities. Intelligent, yet noted to be blunt. A sort of celebrity to the people of New-Skywell. That one?" "Yep, that's the girl. I've seen her on tape a few times, she's a nice one. Should be easy."

The car eventually stopped to an apartment complex, and the Agent got out of the car. He closed the door behind him and carried the briefcase, quite imposing in his militaristic combat uniform, the gas-mask-helmet not helping at all. Obviously, he got very strange looks by various passerby. "Hey, you coming?", he said to the driver. "Nah, I'll wait here." "Suit yourself."

He then walked inside.