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After following Dart, Werelight climbed into the helicopter, his thoughts overlaid with a mixture of worry and anticipation.  This was his chance to accomplish something, to [i]really[/i] start his career as a hero.  He wasn't sure how useful his power would be in this situation, but a large part of him was hoping he'd get a chance to use his Master power to resolve the hostage situation.  That would be risky, though.  He'd have to be careful--and his power would have to listen to him.

Werelight took a moment to prod at his power experimentally.  It was active, but not attempting to force its way out of him.  That was a good sign.

Nearby, one of the other Junior Guard members, Calvin Ball, was mouthing something he couldn't make out.  A prayer?  He contemplated asking her for a couple of seconds, but decided against it--anything he said would be broadcast to everyone else in the helicopter, and if she wanted to keep quiet about it, that was fine with him.