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PORTLAND, OREGON. FEBRUARY 12TH. 5:00AM. 30 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT.

The rain pounded on the rooftop louder than any alarm could have blared. Agent Angel Alvarez had been up long before the wretched alarm clock finally spurred to life with a jovial voice wishing him good morning over and over until it was turned off.

The training agent usually clung to every precious moment of sleep, and weaponized himself with caffeine throughout the day, but today’s morning hours beckoned him to leave his dreamland to roam his thoughts. Today would be a day that determined the path of the next four years for his newest team of Hero Service trainees. His team of hopeful field agents had survived their first month strictly in the training facility; today would show their promise out in the field, where it was more than holographic enemies and do-over battles.

Agent Alvarez finally gained the approval of the Department of Superhuman Affairs to authorize Hero Team Zeta 422 for Portland Hero patrols.

The patrols of East and West Portland traded shifts at noon. A usual day in the training facility began at 5:00am, when Agent Alvarez finally dragged himself from the biting air of a Portland morning and into the climate controlled facility building to wake up his teenage protégées. That proved to be a challenge for some on the team, who clung to their pillows even through screaming alarm clocks. Others were already dressed once he knocked on their door.

Agent Alvarez certainly wasn’t their father, he wasn’t even old enough for that to be possible, but they knew the consequences if they weren’t in the control room for the start of the day. Any consequences given for tardiness, foul play during training, even pointless arguing between teammates, were strictly enforced so that every team member had no choice but to follow the rules.

This was how they separated the heroes from those who only joined to keep their ability. There was a duty, an obligation, to those who keep their chaos within them to serve. To avoid returning to the times before regulation, every Hero Serviceman and woman had to make it through the mandated four years in a team under a training agent. Would everyone from this team make it to the end? Even staying alive was still a question he couldn’t answer.

Fluorescent lights blinked on once Agent Alvarez’s eye scan granted him access to the entrance of the facility. It was a short elevator ride from the underground parking garage to the main control room. A few groundlings were already there, new agents of the Department who handled the video and audio feeds all over the facility. He didn’t know any of their names, nor did he care to find out. He was here for the budding heroes that would one day learn that justice can call at any hour.

”All members of Hero Team Zeta 422 will be in the control room at 5:30 sharp, full gear required.” Agent Alvarez spoke into the watch on his arm and his voice boomed around the facility.

He wasn’t going to play any games today. The two heroes his trainees would be accompanying were two of the first heroes he met in Portland. He’d met with Echo over overpriced coffee just last week, expressing his concerns for if the patrols were approved and supplying the intel he’d gathered so far on his young trainees. She supplied him with new information on the West Portland Warrior, a younger hero that joined her patrols just a few years ago. These would be the two people he would trust to help him with the team’s training, and only they would be able to keep them safe while he stayed at the facility.

Echo warned of increased criminal activity in her area of the city that she was still trying to figure out the cause. That meant that there was a higher chance that today’s patrol would have its trials. They carefully selected which heroes would join Echo’s patrol team and who would join the West Portland Warrior, based on each unique skill set. And once the team met in the control room, Agent Alvarez would assign roles and get them out into chilly downtown Portland.

Agent Alvarez made his rounds to every room, even after his booming announcement, because he knew he would still find some of them adding five more minutes to their sleep schedule instead of their morning routines. There was no time for delays as they had much to do before they would even step foot in the patrol pathways.