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Tanya yelped as a giant fireball appeared out of nowhere. The hell? She immediately looked around for the source. A deranged-looking man was attacking a bruised and battered woman. In a public coffee shop. With fire. What is wrong with this city!? Without a second thought, Tanya pulled the woman away from the line of fire (literally). Her hand immediately went to her coat, where she kept her loaded gun, which was filled with gene-suppressing tranqs.

"Sir," she said placidly, "I suggest you calm down." Tanya glanced at Everette. Subtly but quickly, she sent a message in code. Damage control. Will attempt negotiation. If failure, attempt knockout. I am armed and prepared to fire. Stand ready.

She eyed the flaming ball of fire with distrust. This is why Variants need to be monitored. People can't be trusted with unchecked power. Some people in the coffee shop began to panic, while a few others took out their phones and began to record it. "Everyone, remain calm. There is no danger." Tanya's voice was firm but soothing. With the hand not on her gun, she pressed a button on her phone; HQ would be alerted, and they would send a clean-up crew to this location.

My God. Back in New Mexico, it was unusual to have a situation once a month. Here, I've witnessed three incidents in one day. The last SADMEN must have been horrible. Hell, had the scout stationed here done anything at all?

Tense as a wire, Tanya waited for the next person to act.