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Back in Manhattan, Jack was on his way to work at the lecture hall. Jack had to return to work soon after Ace had woken up; to his misfortune. He had recently adjusted back to the mundane life as a college professor and everyday had seemed just like the last: mundane. He expected that today would be just as it was yesterday and the day before that and even the day prior to that. However, he couldn't be any further from the truth.

Upon entering the Manhattan Memorial University, everything seemed normal; students and teachers alike were either chatting or on their way to the next lecture. That sense of normality quickly faded into oblivion; when Jack heard the sound of gunfire cut through the air. Chaos. 

Students and teachers were running for their lives, desperately running for the nearest exit, breaking windows, cutting down doors, pushing and shoving, and leaving others to die; all hell had broken loose in what felt like an instant. The sounds of gunfire thundered down like a storm as the chaos ensued.

Jack fought his way to the epicenter of the chaos and found a young man who was stained with the blood of students and teachers and had a gun in his hand. The boy stood in front of the doorway to a classroom with a terrified, yet proud and excited, expression on his face; his body trembling with adrenaline. 

The boy seemed to have not noticed Jack yet; so Jack took this chance to his advantage. "Stop!" He ordered.

The boy must've not heard him for he continued his rampage. 

"I said 'Stop!', damn it!" Jack repeated, furious. 

This time the boy froze in his tracks. He slowly looked up at Jack, his eyes wild with terror. He attempted to point the gun at Jack but Jack was quicker to respond, "Drop your gun now!" Jack ordered.

The boy reluctantly obeyed Jacks command. Confusion and an immense amount of fear flooded the boys mind. Little did he know that this was all thanks to Jack's gift. In the boys case; Jack's word was law. He couldn't help but obey.

"Now stand still! You are under arrest for murder." Jack ordered. 

The boy desperately wanted to run but could not and stood still, helplessly as Jack tightly fastened a pair of handcuffs to his wrists.

Jack looked back into the room the boy was standing in front of and saw the corpse of a professor and 10 or more students. He sighed as he led the boy out to his car where he'd personally escort the boy to the nearest CIR station for questioning and his punishment.

"Ain't no rest for the wicked, I suppose." Jack thought to himself.
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Ace had just finished her sparring match with Aaron when she had noticed a familiar towhead whose face was buried in a notebook. It was Norville, and upon further inspection, Ace had noticed that his face was a touch on the rosy side. Of course, whether it was from embarrassment or heat; Ace couldn't tell the difference.

She approached him smiling, " Hey, kiddo! I didn't expect you to be here! I thought physical stimulus wasn't your thing?" She hugged him then discretely whispered, " hey are you doing okay? You're a little red in the face. You shouldn't come in here if the heat is bothering you this much." 

She then released him and her warm smile returned before continuing the conversation prior, " This is Sarg. Aaron Walsh, he's going to be on our team." She gestured to Aaron before continuing, "Aaron, this is Norville. He's going to be our team's medic."
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