-Mai Hoshiko
Aug. 2, 2003
Tokyo, Japan
The news made it clear that the hijacked train was several miles south of the Tokyo station. It was in the middle of Tokyo, and the presence of evening traffick made it very difficult for police to set up a perimeter. The news helicopters were on scene, but they did not get close; it was very difficult to see what was going on inside the train.
It would take some searching, but Hoshiko would finally be able to find an empty locker to stow her belongings. The crowd’s attention seemed to be trained upon the televisions, so she had no problem slipping out through an emergency exit onto a quiet back street.
-Watching Cloud Rice
Madison, Wisconsin
August 2, 2003
“No, honey. Just wash up for dinner in a few minutes. They should be home soon.” Mrs. Rice was preoccupied as she worked on icing a cake while warily watching her roat in the oven.
Hopping on the internet, Cloud would have no trouble finding the official website for Greenwood Academy. The information is essentially the same as what is listed in the brochure, and she would even recognize a few pictures that were the same. But there was other information too, such as maps of the area and of the grounds. There was also a brief history of the castle, and a listing of the faculty. There was no mention of a metahuman program on the website, though it did seem peculiar that there were more faculty than classes actually listed.
-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003
Mr. Bell would follow James to the door, hold it open for him, and shut it behind him with a cheerful farewell.
James is not antagonized as he leaves the building, though the security guards and the secretary watch him warily. However, as he walked the streets, he kept seeing an image out of the corner of his eye. It appeared to be that of a young girl, though every time he turned his head to look, she was gone.
-Marcus Stevens & Jonn Birkey
University of Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003
“I guess. But you really shouldn’t go in there. I am sure they’ll be fine,” Shannon repeated herself. She is clearly quite upset at the prospect of anyone going into the labs, though she does not elaborate as to why. She clutched the key card in her hand, looking from Jonn to Marcus to Rich. It soon became clear that they would not be swayed, however, so she hastily pulled the keycard and identification badge up over her hand, handing it to Jonn. “Oh, all right, here. If you’re so bloody determined to get yourselves killed then who an I to stop you?” With that said, she spun on her heel and stormed down the stairs.