Dr. Eileen Fang
"...well, I wouldn't call it 'profiling', Director Hargreaves," Eileen tried to explain.
"Well what would you call it?" came Director Hargreaves' reply.
"It's just a safety precaution. We're not intending to criminalize superpowers, I mean, I'd be a hypocrite if that's what we were trying to do. No, what I'm proposing is, just like we have the right to bear arms in this country, just like driving is perfectly legal, we have safety regulations. Kids under 18 can't drive, guns can't be sold to minors, you need to pass a safety test to use a gun or drive a car, etc. Even in some Asian countries, if you reach a certain level in your martial arts school, you need to get a permit and a license from the police, because your body is recognized as a deadly weapon. It would be the same thing."
"What you're proposing is going to be a headache to implement."
"I know, but I'm willing to wait. But until then, I'll prove to you that it works."
"With the 'Friends of Bastion' program?"
"Yes, but I think 'Project Dragon's Teeth' is a better name."
"It's a mythological allusion, in Greek mythology, Cadmus slew a dragon, and was told to keep its teeth. In a dire situation, he planted them in the ground, and armed warriors rose up to support him. It's also a pun."
"Teeth, Fang? Me, Dr. Fang, get it?"
"You're so juvenile."
"I'm a genius, I'll have you know."
"So what does 'Project Dragon's Teeth' entail?"
"Not much. Bell Reach is the 'City of Supers', there are any number of vigilante do-gooders out to make a name for themselves and keep the streets clean. If I run into one, I give them my card and a communicator. Tell them that we sanction their actions, that we're ready to help if they need backup, and expect the same from them. It's just networking, really. You know as well as I do that Bastion can't be everywhere at once. Bastion's too...'Castle in the Sky', too...'Ivory Tower', if you catch my drift. We need..."
"...boots on the ground."
"Fine, we'll keep track of your progress and take your data into consideration if and when we make a decision on your other proposal."
"That's all I ask, Director."
"Very well, I wish you luck, Doctor."
With that, the teleconference ended. Eileen sat hunched in front of her office computer in her labcoat. A white, robotic beetle the size of a cell phone pushed a warm mug of coffee towards her hand. "Thanks, Omniac," Eileen says as she takes the offered cup and downs it. Well, time to get back to her lab. Omniac would keep tabs on urgent news reports and major incidences and alert Eileen. Nothing like a major event to get vigilantes to crawl out of the woodwork.