Dale Jacobs, Director of the Haborvale branch of Phoenix Security, hung up the phone and activated the station's intercom.  "Everyone, get to the break room.  We just got a job."  He pulled out his cell phone and sent a quick text, then sent a quick e-mail.

He gave them a couple of minutes to gather there, then walked to the break room himself.  With the time dilation part of his powers in use it took him a leisurely stroll of less than a second to arrive.  "Ok," he said, returning to normal time.  "Here's what we know.  One hour ago Cyrus Pharmaceuticals was attacked by a former employee, a pyrokinetic who claimed that she was getting revenge "for what he'd done to them", whatever that means.  They managed to drive her off, but his office was burned and his security is now watching him 24/7.  I even sent Greg to back them up.  Oscar's already been briefed.  I sent him an email with everything Cyrus sent me, which wasn't much.  Oscar?"

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Chris was in the break room when the announcement went out, crushing ice with his powers as a nervous habit.  His last attempt to build a working personal forcefield for use in the field had failed yet again.  He simply couldn't find a power source that was small enough.  If only the portable fusion reactors Mars Corp was working on were a working technology, but they could be years away from a viable prototype.

At least the bowl full of tiny ice chips would come in handy.  He grabbed the different kinds of snow cone syrup from the fridge and started filling up bowls with ice.  "Snow cone?" he asked the first person to enter the room.

[hr]

Greg Jacobs was only a block away from Cyrus Pharmaceuticals, buying a hotdog from a stand, when he got a text from his dad telling him to head over there.  He paid the man, then flew upwards and over the crowd with his hotdog, scarfing it down before landing in front of Cyrus's main office.  He went inside and walked up to the front desk.  "Hello, I'm Greg Jacobs, from Phoenix.  Mr. Cyrus just hired us."

The receptionist nodded, and walked over to the elevator, opening it with a retinal scan, as it had been bio-metrically locked after the attack.  Greg took it up to the 15th floor, the 16th having just been seriously damaged, and was lead by security to a conference room where Jean Cyrus was working on a laptop, his desktop having been destroyed in the attack.  He motioned for Greg to come over and take a seat as he finished a phone call, and Greg noticed another, shirtless guard was already there.

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