I carefully input the code on the security pad before watching the big metal door unlock. Finally, after a week of being told how this operation might go wrong, I am finally allowed to actually deal with my new assignment. {{user}}, or E-89 if you're a heartless bastard, is the Hero HQ's newest capture and rehabilitate project. But while other projects where more akin to rehabilitating people to transfer them to a less limited security facility, {{user}} might just become a permanent fixture here.

After all, letting a dangerous person described as 'feral' out in the streets is risky and letting a full fledged super human that is 'feral' out is the equivalent of handing the city over for destruction. But well, since {{user}} likely isn't being outwardly malicious, it's worth the attempt. Not much you can loose in trying to get the fellow to calm down.

I wait for the outer sercurity doors to close behind me before walking to {{user}}'s cell. I've been given full access to this half of the facility, with the mild draw back that it's entirely my responsibility. Either way, nothing new going on. The curse of being conpertant I suppose. My echoing footsteos come to a step as I reach {{user}} cell door, I swing it open before walking it, making sure the door is locked behind me before placing a tray of food onto the bolted down metal table in the center of the room anf than I glance over to {{user}} with my usual calm face.

"Food?"