Zhard was just sitting there looking down att his hand, with his left hand he touched the bandage that covered his left eye and wondered if he was half blind.
when looking around he could see someone playing with something that looked like a ball, although it became larger and smaller all the time...
then some other guy went closer too two others and probably tried too talk too them, he was too far away too hear.

OOC- Major character developement. His first emotional response thus for.

IC- An other moved to the pair in conversation. He hadn't said much, but by looking at his body movements, it was clear that he was harboring some tension, i.e. agression, twards something nearby. "I should move," Dynamite thought to himself.

The thought suprised him, as it had not been calculated. After some quick calculation, he realized, "This was an emotional response! I'm woried about my health!" With the realization of his emotions, all the others came flooding into his awareness. "My god! These are not things for me to observe! These are people like me! What have I been doing all this time?"

He was not aware that he had spoken his outburst outloud.

"hello blast!"

Interface said cheerfully.

"i can link with things and have them act as part of my body. I already know that i can download things off of computers, but not even the scientists know what will happen if i link with a person, and they don't want me trying it with anyone in the facility. What can you do?"

Raith moves over towards Dynamite, his curiosity overcoming his reserve. With a tentative smile he replies to Dyanmite's unintentionally voiced thoughts, "Watching and thinking it would appear. My name is Raith." And he holds out his hand to shake. He knows this is a form of greeting but he doesn't quite understand why. He supposes it is to give a hint of one's strength. And it was possible to gain a hint what someone did by looking at their hand. He already knew this though. On a mental level he attunes his senses, scrutinising Dyanamite more closely.

Kristen and Patricia had turned to look at Dynamite. At the sudden outburst, Kristen's hands generated their force fields, each the size of a basketball, orange-colored, spherical, and transparent.

Interface looked around and saw Kristen, and he walked over to look at the force fields

"ah, your energy barriers. the scientists seem to think that these are actually solid rather than energy. if they are solid, then this should be possible."

Interface reached out and lightly touched one of the forcefields

after a few seconds, it flattened out into a large shield, big enough to cover kristen completely, but unbelievably light

"so it is solid!"

Dynamite looked at wraith for a moment, hesitating, and trying to turn off his internal calculator. He knew this was a greeting, and he wanted to accept it without calculating probobilities.

But not knowing what would happen scared him.

Finaly, he reached out and clasped hands with Wraith, squeezing tightly. The super soldier still succeeded in crushing his hand, but he didn't let it show in his face, knowing that any dammage would easily be repaired... in about four days.

"Yes, watching and waiting." Dynamite answered. "And wondering when this will finaly begin." He looked at Kristen's shields. "I wish I could have that power insteasd. My total recal almost made a 'fair witness' out of me. I would NOT like to go the rest of my life without oppinions."

Kristen backed up and amazingly looked at the shield before her. As she reestablished control of her fields, she pulled them back into the basketball-sized spheres surrounded her hands.

Patricia stood to the side of both of them and gestured to Interface. "This is Interface, Kristen. His powers might just be able to compliment your force fields in ways you would never be able to." Patricia explained, then switch gestures to Kristen. "This is Total Force. Her force fields are all about creating barriers, usually for protecting measures, but they can supplement combat."

Leverik had been thinking for a while. He was still confused about what they said, but was also impatient on what they are doing here. He had watched them make a mess along with the forcefield thing. Maybe I should try out my powers, I haven't done so yet. He walked up to a wall, backed off a couple feet and ran straight for it. He started to run up it for around 5 feet, slipped and fell on his back. "Ouch" He said after landing.

Everyone was finally seated on the bleachers as the officer took role call. All were accounted for.

The head scientist approached the center of the hangar and addressed his audience.

"I imagine you are all a bit confused at what has happened to you over the past day. The changes you have endured usually take at least 17 years for a normal human to experience. Yes, I can never truthfully call any of you 'normal'. You are different, new, the first of your kind. You are unlike any who have preceeded you.

But, I will tell you what you do have in common with the rest of the human race. You were created, as any other living thing is, with a purpose. You are supposed to do something. You were made with the specific intent of achieving an objective.

However, before I tell you what that grand goal is, allow me to enlighten you on a few things. You were and still are part of a top secret, privately funded project that not even the government knows about. Why did we do this, you ask? Was it for money, or out of curiosity? Was it for the advancement of science? No.

Ever since the early 2100s, gangs and crime syndicate activity and abundance has been rising at a disturbing rate, funding has been slowly cut from the local police forces, and laws have become less and less enforceable. We don't know where the money from the police goes once the government has it, but because of that, we tell them nothing.

You've all realized by now that you are in possession of several unique traits. As regular and everyday as you think these are, you are the only people on Earth who can handle them. You were designed that way. By now you know everything about the birds and the bees so this will be easier to understand.

Our top geneticists took one sperm and one egg for each of you, but before the embryo was allowed to multiply, they altered the DNA sequence and added a few choice chemicals of our own to mold you into what we wanted you to be. This is why you have those powers.

You all have parents. I bet you didn't even realize that, but you do. I'm sorry you won't be seeing them for a while, but maybe someday you will. Their identities are being withheld as a security precaution. We needed donors and they were all nice enough to help. They understood the coming threat just as we did.

In a few moments, I will be releasing you to go out and do what you wish. I encourage you to get to know each other. Teamwork will play a large part in your adventures. Our mess hall has been fully stocked just for you. You will also find a television in there to help you catch up on current events.

Your routine will go like this. When there is trouble, be it in a city, on a boat, hell it could even be in space, you will be called upon to bring justice and vengeance down on those who would harm the innocent. The first thing you must do, though, is retrieve your equipement if you have not already done so, including this."

He pulled out something that looked like a pocket television.

"This is your All-Purpose Field Communicator, or APFC. You can use it to store information, talk to each other using live video feeds, and even do on-the-spot background checks just by pointing it at someone. It will produce an instant file showing all relevant facts about the person, including picture.

In the field, you will be each other's best friends. You are all the world has left. You are the elite of the elite. You are super soldiers."

He began to walk away, then turned. "By the way, my name is Dr. Joshua Ringen. Nice to meet you."