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[color=00a651][b]Date/Time:[/b][/color] November 11th, 2022. 6:13 PM.
[color=00a651][b]Location(s):[/b][/color] Redline PRT Headquarters
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Will managed to keep Bev up long enough for Rachel to rush over and help him, the aid almost instantly relieving the burden that the boy was carrying. 

[color=00a651][i]'Note to self - never carry anyone, people are heavy as hell...'[/i][/color]

Rachel quickly made sure that the younger girl was alright, and as soon as Bev found her footing, Will backed off. Not only was she heavy, but she was tense enough that Will was starting to hurt from supporting her... Well, at least Will wasn't the only one who felt uncomfortable here so far.

[color=00a651]"Hope your blood sugar is fine - I'd offer gum, but I keep that in my 'not about to die' suit..."[/color]

As Rachel spoke up again and began to lead the teens away, Will felt anxiety prickle his skin. And as they rolled up to the Director, this feeling was justified as he confirmed Will's worst fears. 

An attack on a museum. Of course. He pinched his leg to see if this was all some bad dream, but Fukuda kept talking, much to Will's chagrin. In only 30 minutes or so, all the Wards would be headed straight to a crime scene, and have to fight [i]someone[/i]. Fukuda didn't bother to include the details of their assignment, either because the precogs that predicted this fight didn't know, or because he was allergic to keeping people informed. It was probably for the best though - Will was already grimacing under his helmet.

Near the tail end of the mission briefing, two more people walked into the room - presumably even more Wards. The Will of a few minutes ago might have been disturbed by how many children were being thrown against criminals, but now he couldn't be happier. The more kids there were, the less likely he'd be targetted - that was just basic probability. And since these kids seemed to follow the trend of nigh-adults, maybe this wouldn't be too terrible.

After all, the Wards were supposed to be an under-18 group. If 90% of the team graduates to the Guardians by this time next year, then Will might luck out and this whole thing gets dissolved!

Of course, that's assuming he survived this encounter in the first place. And with the new arrivals, a desperate idea started to come together. As Caiden, Carmen, and the other Wards began to converse about their powers, Will walked up to the Director, who seemed to be trying to make progress on some paperwork. 

[color=00a651]"H-hey Mr. F. Not sure if you forgot to mention it or anything, but it seems like I'm going to be coming along for this mission too."[/color]

Despite his attempt at a nonchalant tone, Will's voice hitched slightly. He managed to get it under control as he continued, however.

[color=00a651]"I mean, I can't really throw fireballs or lift a car or anything - I think unless there's a hostage or something, I might just be dead weight... so uh, maybe I should stay outside the museum with the cops. Y'know, until I'm needed or something."[/color]

Will barely noticed Eleonore enter the room as he spoke, but he used that to his benefit all the same.

[color=00a651]"Look, at this rate, we might need two school buses for the field trip! So I, uh..."[/color]

Will frowned a bit under his mask, noticing the Director's face as he spoke. He leaned in slightly and lowered his voice, just above a whisper.

[color=00a651]"I just don't think I'm really needed around here."[/color]

Everything he said was true, but it was hard to tell where the insecurity ended and the cowardice began. This plan probably wasn't going to work, but the directors wouldn't be able to force him to fight. Worst case scenario, he'd go in the Museum and run around like a dipshit until Overclock and the other Wards did all the real heroing.

Yep, just keep thinking like that, and this will all be over in no time...