Jazz nodds. "That's one. Anyone else? Teleporter? Cynic?"

"Who is the Cynic?" Mr. Black asks while he starts stretching again.

"I figure if a person sees into the future, they must be a little bit cinical."

"Ah, well if you are going to go ahead with your plan than you might want a person that can hack computers and read minds"

"Depends on if this place has computers in it or not. Are you in? I can't stay here, I have things that need doing."

"Yeah why not I have a feeling that I have hell to pay at my law firm"

"Good. When they come in, everyone follow my lead."

"Alright but you better not get in my way, or else you will possibly get injured or killed by your own fears"

Jazz shook his head solomly. "They probobly have some sort of power-dampening device; you can't use your powers here. Besides, I've been through hell and back; I fear nothing."

"Oh really I know exactly what you fear and I have one question for you, Why do you fear it?" Mr. Black said while he covertly went into Jazz's mind and found what he feared the most. He was surprised what it was and so he had to ask.

Jack knew the man would walk in soon, he took another drink of scotch and shook his head at Mark.

"Its Mr.Black not Mark, having multiple personalities does that to everyone" Mr. Black said while not even taking his eyes off Jazz.

Jazz was taken aback for a moment. "You're wrong."

Even so, Jazz reached down to his side to feel his trigger there. Even if they had taken them away, broken them to pieces, burned them, vaporized them, they couldn't destroy them, becasue they were a part of him.

He felt the sunglasses Adagrel had given him.

They were cracked. Chipped.

Useless.

oh, fuck me Jazz thought, trying not to let the alarm on his face show.

"Once you've seen how much 'there will be pain and gnashing of teeth' is an understatement, there isn't anything you need to be afraid of. I don't know what you saw, but you need to re-evaluate your definition of fear. And don't use your telepathy again. It makes me uncomfotable."

"It pays to know what people fear just in case something happens, unless you try to hinder us or kill us you will not have to face it, and you know what I mean" Mr. Black said while he made sure to catalog that fear along with everyone in the room's.

Metalic noises permeate the room as the elevator activates and the metal doors gaurding it slide away into the walls. From inside the elevator emerge the same men in white suits who brought you here but also a new comer. Whereas the men in white struck you as impossing and powerful, the young man with them seems almost jubbilant. He's wearing a traditional business suit with a deep blue tie. His hair is black and very neatly combed and he sporting a wide smile. The eye's in particular are striking. They're wide and welcoming and yet appear to gaze just a little past yours when he looks at you.

Immediatly upon entering the room, he says quite calmly but happily "Everybody sit!" You don't know why but this particular order is very compelling. The room complys and the young man moves into the center of the room.

"You don't know why you're here." he says, the slightest hint of a Russian accent seasoning the words. "I will fix that error. I am called Jasper. I brought you here. For a very good reason." He pauses to look at all of you individually "I wouldn't waste your valuable time."

Jasper gestures to the side of the room currently covered by the metal doors. The men in white regard the doors for a minute and they begin to slide away into the walls, reveaing four fine victorian wooden doors spaced equally seperate on one side of the room.

Jasper returns to adressing you, his voice washing over you in a way that is very comforting, and yet quite bothersome. You begin to suspect Jasper may have a power of his own.

"I've taken the liberty of setting up a little challenge for you fine people. Don't worry, nothing too difficult. You are no use to me dead, by the same token you are no use to the world weak. There are four doors and thirteen of you. Three teams of three, one team of four. Quickly now, quickly! We gain nothing by sitting here! Grab a friend, pick a door and we'll all get started."

You here a loud crash origionating from one of the rooms and someone screaming. Jasper smiles slightly wider. "Now, doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Oh, and Jack" He adds slowly, "surprises are the soul of life. We wouldn't want to remove anyone's soul now would we?"

With this Jasper returns to the side of the men in white "Hurry now, we cannot tolerate indecision. If you won't make a choice we'll make one for you."

A choice? It's quite obvious you've got no choices. And yet, something about Jasper makes you want to do what he says.

Something very odd was definetly going on here.

He is pyschic Mark says while he still picks that Jazz and speed would be best and he shares that with Mr. Black. Of course captain obvious Mr. Black said to Mark. "Jazz and speed would you like to team up?" Mr. Black said while he set a mental wall on all three of them so that hopefully Jasper's words wouldn't have any effect on them.

Jazz was porturbed. Not only was his link to Adagrel severed, but apparantly he was vunlerable to copius amounts of charisma as well.

Jazz turned to Mr. Black. "Why not? You seem like a decent enough person."

Sir British sits up, intrigued. He thinks carefully, before saying "Aodhan, Warp, we three should team up. It would make the most logical sense in case of a combat situation for us to go as I could deliver powerful blows, Warp could use his time control to deliver several swift blows, and Aodhan can cover us from afar."

"Uh...yeah sure," replied Speed somewhat lacking confidence. He wasn't sure it was in his best interest to be on a team with two guys who didn't seem to trust each other much, but he wasn't in a position to be picky.

Make sure you close that as soon as Jasper starts talking. Mr. Black said while he felt Mark trying to probe past the doors but it would not go past them. Mr. Black than probed the minds of the guards and found them blank and that disturbed him. I really do not want to see what they do to the guards to make their minds literally blank Mr. Black said while Mark withdrew the probe and shut themselves in.

sir British, aodhan, warp you guys need a sniper?
I have ammo.

"I suppose we could always use another to strengthen our odds."

ok sounds good and if I have learned anything from the police it is to never be first or last to anything so I say we wait a bit until one of the other groups goes.

The Opposing Force, wiping the blood of his face, says; "There should be some electricals around, and I can help with that. Also, don't expect me to not be able to fight. Who's with me?"

He looks around for any devices of use. If only he could find a phone, then he could find out where they were, and maybe get some help...

"Hey sure," Warp looks at Sir British, "It sounds like a good enough plan." He says, while examining the doors. "If we go into the one where the screams are coming from it would be for the best. We are the group with the highest numerical advantage and we should go there to potentially help someone, that should be our primary goal. Let's do it soon. Time is a factor." He appeared standing next to the door, arms crossed, waiting for them to accept or decline this proposal.

In the mean time, he would slow down time around him, giving him a longer amount of time to think of potential plans.

As The Opposing Force asks around, finding out people's names, asks two people;

"Emma (Erana) and Ares (Copter), please come with me."

Jasper pauses and stares around the room, obviously deep in thought.

"I notice some hesitation" he says seeming to come to a decision "Do you want to save the world? If so, you'll allow me my screening process. There is nothing I do that I do without a reason. You're here because you have a power. It is your duty to use that power for the betterment of mankind." He pauses and adds "Whether you want to or not."

Gesturing around the room Jasper continues "All of you have powers. All of you have a burden. It is my burden to ensure that you rise to the challenge. If I deem you are unable ... well then I have a slightly less enjoyable burden."

"The world isn't black and white. It goes much deeper than that. If you enter one of those four rooms and come out the other side, I'll show how deep it goes."

"Mr. Warp is right however, time is valuable and we don't like to waste money in this organization. We appear to have two teams set up. Just two left to go."

The Opposing Force stands up. "I'm game. Who's with me?"

He pauses for a second, then remarks; "Ok, Mr. Enigma, you know who we are. Then tell me, who are you?"

Rousing from his slumber Mat awakes to find his arm is fully healed somehow, maybe this rooms sppeds up the process or someone else healed him, whatever the case was he was thankful to whoever had done it. He was unaware of the "commotion" going on but nonetheless could tell from the others standing in groups that he had to find someone to be with and quick. He chose to side with his fellow whisky drinking partner Jack.

"Hi, again, uh, thanks for the bandage last night", he said, but saying that then Mat wasn't even sure how much time had passed in this room, whether it was day or night outside.

He looked around at the teams and saw that they were in fact the most logical choice, everyone except him, he had no power to use, at least not yet. He stretched out his arm and hand towards Speed Demon and "pulled" a copy of his power from him, no flashing lights, no pyrotechnics or special effects, tv would have you believe all of those accompanied the transferration of a power but no. Mat could feel the power coursing through his body, he decided to try out this new power, he lapped the room in an instant but stumbled near the end, obviously he had some kinks to work out before it became his own.

"Thanks for this," he said showing Speed the palm of his hand "it'll come in very handy for later".

Now he just waited for the others to make up their mind.

Jasper turned to The Opposing Force.

"What do you want to know?" he inquired bemused. "My name is Grigory Jasper Vitkevich. I prefer Jasper. I enjoy long walks on the beach and getting caught in the rain. My perfect Sunday involves sleeping late and awaking to a good book. My favorite band is the Rolling Stones, fine American music. And none of that matters in the slightest." he ended on a slightly harder note.

"When you get through the doors you hear whats happening. This is the waiting room. Not the conference room."

"I'll be with you," said Mat as he sped over to TOF, taking Jack with him in the process.