This whole thing was stupid. Samara couldn't believe that she had let her fathers talk her into this. Some rehabilitation experiment, at H.E.R.O no less. Her father Patrick, Smoke, had been on the retired hero board that helped fund this program. [I]“They made this program with people like you in mind Sammy.”[/i] He had said, with that tone that fathers gave that said why won't you let me help you. Like the name E.V.I.L wasn't just a slap in the face. 

Samara had refused, she didn't need help. She was fine where she was. She had been a villain since before she was eighteen in everyone's eyes. She didn't need to go to some stupid rehabilitation program at the school.

Then her father Ethan, Peacebringer, had stepped in with his….caring and mind tricks that he used to use to get villains to turn themselves in before retirement. Next thing she knew she was willingly agreeing to sign up for the stupid program. 

At least she told herself it was willingly. Maybe it would be worth it to act like she was trying. To make her parents happy. Even if it required being chaperoned around a school full of heroes that likely thought they were better than her. By a wanna be hero she hoped wasn't too flashy or cheerful. For a year..if she made it that far without quitting.

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The parole officer had been late. A small thing, sure.  However, that coupled with the fact that she really wanted to back out of this, and the fact they told her she had to wear civilian clothes. Only to seem judgemental when she wore what was comfy, was enough to make her already over this. 

She wore a black pair of jeans and a t-shirt from one of her favorite bands. Because this wasn't a job interview. Her long black hair braided and thrown over her shoulder. The pair of headphones around her neck just in case. 

As Samara walked down the hallways of H.E.R.O she couldn't help but look around quietly. A low buzzing of energy in her ears as a few students moved around the two of them. Eyes looking at her, trying to figure out who she was before likely headed to their own classes. What technology she could see through open empty classroom doors, looked pretty state of the line. [I]This would be the perfect place for Villains to take over. Fancy tech. Heroes that don't know practical use of their powers. Just take the teachers out quietly then…[/i]

She shook her head, mentally berating herself. This was the kind of path of thinking that she was here trying to….not fix. There was nothing wrong with her. Unlearn? 

Samara made a face to herself at her train of thought before they came to a stop at one of the office doors. The Parole officer knocking politely at the door, and waiting for an answer before entering, Samara following inside behind. Her body tensing slightly at the amount of buzzing in her ears at the cramped space in the office. Leaving the door cracked as she stood close to it, because every villain needs a good escape plan. 

The energy from the parole officer shifted towards annoyance at the fact Slipstream wasn't in his hero get up. But honestly it wouldn't have mattered in this case, because Samara knew Mr. Jackson. He had been a friend of her fathers for years. So instead of focusing on him, her purple eyes looked over the man standing beside him in full hero outfit. A small frown on her face. The fact this person she didn't know could see her unmasked face and she couldn't see his was extremely unhelpful.

Once the papers were signed and she was [i]officially left in Jackson's company[/i] the officer left the three of them. Samara found herself able to relax, if only slightly. Her eyes looking away from Geo-Matrix for the first time since she entered the room, only to look at the older man. 

“So do I have to spend the whole year calling you Slipstream? Mr. Jackson.” She said, speaking for the first time. Her voice was a soft sound that did not fit with what would be expected of a villain.