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[color=00a651][b]Date/Time:[/b][/color] November 11th, 2022. 5:55 PM.
[color=00a651][b]Location(s):[/b][/color] Redline PRT Headquarters
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Buildings passed by the window of the Taxi, Will tracing their path as he stared at each one. Traffic was less intense than usual today - pretty surprising, since everyone should be getting off work around now. Will leaned his head against the glass and closed his eyes, enjoying the darkness that accompanied the action. 

He'd really considered just skipping out today. He doubted that he'd be liked wherever he was going, or even if he'd be useful. Besides, he'd probably handle the alternative well enough with his powers and minimal offenses. Maybe he could even skip town if he left right now.

But at the end of the day, he still chose to go to the PRT. He could say that it was because he wanted to do the right thing, help people, turn his life around, or any number of excuses. But every one of them would be bullshit, lies he told himself and others to make himself feel better.

No, the only reason he was here was because he was a coward. Because this was the only option if he wanted to keep having a normal life, the only way he could-

"That'll be $11.34, kid."

Will slowly opened his eyes as the taxi came to a stop. The driver was leaning around his seat, holding his hand out to Will, an impatient look on his face. For a second, the thought of gaslighting the driver briefly crossed Will's mind - his power would make it easy, he just paid when he entered, didn't the driver remember-

[color=00a651]"Sure thing man. Here you go."[/color]

Will fished around in his pocket for bills and some change, and the driver peeled away as soon as he closed the door. The taxi could have a camera, and Will really didn't want to go through the trouble the PRT might put him through just to save 12 bucks. 

The icy wind blew across Will's face as he walked, causing him to cringe slightly - his outfit was as formal as usual, and while the business suit and vest provided decent protection from the cold, his hat was clearly designed to be an aesthetic piece rather than insulate him. 

At least his umbrella kept him dry.

As he stared at the structure in front of him, Will sighed slightly. The PRT HQ was dreadfully dull, clearly designed for form over function. He'd been here only a few days ago for a tour, and had caused a real big ruckus after what his brother said on the drive there.

[color=00a651][i]'Really messed up my first impression with these guys - hope they're not too mad about that coffee thing...'[/i][/color]

Will shook his head, dismissing the thought. It didn't really matter if they were mad - they were collateral, and he wasn't even an official part of the Wards then. They'd forgive him pretty quickly - and if not, he'd just make friends with his new teammates instead. He was here against his will, so hopefully they'd attribute the coffee thing to that instead.

Will entered the building a few minutes before 6 PM, and quickly walked up to the receptionist. Will noticed the annoyance on her face as soon as she saw him, and quickly flashed a winning smile.

[color=00a651]"Excuse me ma'am, but I'm here to report a robbery - I think my heart was just stolen."[/color]

"Sir, can you explain how you are alive if your heart is missing?"

Will groaned internally - shouldn't have pushed his luck. A slight pressure began to build up in his head, almost like his brain was pushing against his skull. Soon after, Will could feel his power begin to 'retreat'. Still pushing, he pulled a small slip of paper out of his jacket pocket and began to read it, monotone.

[color=00a651]"I am a student and my heart has been stolen by a Bio Tinker. Please assist me."[/color]

Almost instantly, the light worm-like sensation in his stomach started up, and the woman's eyes snapped open as the Master effect broke. Her mouth pulled itself into a tight frown, and a few seconds later, two armored officers approached and began to lead Will towards the elevator. Will actually got a little nervous when they got to the prison level, but he thankfully didn't start any trouble and one of the guards got them past the retinal scanner.

Hopefully, this was just a meeting place, and not their main headquarters - Will did not want to have to do the cloak and dagger schtick with the receptionist every time he clocked into work.

The elevator opened up into a spacious room that, like most of the building, was more focused on utility than being pretty to look at. There were some comfy chairs, a couple of screens, but the walls were almost entirely bare. There seemed to be a few Wards who'd already arrived. Or it at least seemed that way - he had no idea how many Wards there were. Chick with the metal arm was obviously one, and the other girl who was- oh okay, so Tinkers can just do their thing here. Good to know. The other guy looked close to their ages, so he was either another Ward, or the PRT was hiring young...

[color=00a651]"Hey hey everybody, real excited to be here. Pretty cold out today, huh? Love the jacket bro, nice fit. Gotta let me know where you got it after we're done."[/color]

Will snapped some finger guns at the guy that looked around his age, before he slid into the chair directly next to Director Fukuda, and drummed his fingers on the armrest.

[color=00a651]"Hey there Mr. F, I'm here for daycare. Did you miss me?"[/color]