[b][i]Mab Javert[/i][/b]

The network of spy cameras and human agents that had been placed in the city had caught wind of a Pyrokinetic wreaking havoc in a commercial district just before the cops did. Little details were known about the Pyro, whether he was an adult or a teen or even a child, as well as why he was wreaking havoc in the first place. Was he a robber? Or a terrorist? Or someone who had just lost control of their powers? Or maybe even someone threatened by a Mugger?

A smile from Mab; it wasn't her job to answer those questions, her job was to make sure that the Powered Humans in this city revealed themselves, and this was the occassion to do just that. As an official of the CIA, which was now suffering internal turmoil as news of Powers and Aliens shook up the establishment, Mab had...resources to make sure that her goal of baiting the Powered to come to her was won.

Mab was in an operations room, a large circular chamber where she and her subordinates were fed information from all corners of the city they were in through viewscreens, speakers, and text messages. It was a hectic affair, but Mab wouldn't have it any other way. Sitting in her sythethic leather chair, the superpowered woman asked one of her subordinates to patch her through to the local Chief of Police. Should she make successful contact, she would use her Compulsion power in order to tell the man - it was always a man - heading the local police to:

[b]"There will be some Vigilantes with strange powers helping your officers defeat the criminal who's causing a disturbance in 34th Street. You are to command your officers not to interfere with their business, before or after the 'Heroes' deal with the threat. This is unless they pose a clear and present danger to civilians, but until proof of that is found, do not interfere in Superpowered Vigilantism at all."[/b] Mab's voice would be layered with mesmerizing energy, one made more potent by the fact that it came as a surprise to those who heard it.

She would then sit back, and wait for further developments...

[b][i]Alexander Sky[/i][/b]

Why did trouble have to find me?! Alexander asked himself this question. He had been going to a Star Wars Convention dressed as a Rebel Alliance Pilot, and now he was in the middle of a literal conflagration with a Pyro rampaging all across the place! Well, he wasn't the hope in the grim darkness for nothing.

First thing was to put on his cosplay helmet so that most of his body was protected, as well as hide his identity. Then, he would use his ability to make matter more durable in order to make sure that his costume withstood the heat and flames. After that, he would tackle-rush the Pyrokinetic who was setting things on fire, hopefully bearing him down to the ground. After that, he would keep him - or her - down on said ground until he grew quiet, while using Revelation to make sure that he didn't miss other powers.

[I]Well, this is a surprise,[/i] said Alexander, detecting the presence of several other powered beings in range. [i]Now[/i], he thought as the Pyro presumably struggled under him, [i]I hope that the other people with powers nearby would help me![/i]