Jack was extremely bored.

Hunched over on a comfortable seat, one leg over the other, and his chin resting on his palm.

He was brought to the room for a "separate" interview because, apparently, his ranting about women in about 70%-ish of his tape was barely informative enough about his actual powers, which the NSA was still studying.

After all, radiation is quite a fascinating thing to study if you ask Jack—but that is beside the point!

He found their reasoning complete bullshit, because he just wanted to get out of the building, hang out with friends, chill a bit, maybe beat up a few muggers if he was that bored.

The room was a blinding white, the only sound in the room was the static of the TV, and the broken voice of a new reporter, which he had been messing with out of boredom.

It was probably a bad idea; he could get in trouble with Dicker or some higher NSA official for it, but hey! In his defense, what do you expect, leaving a super lonely and bored?

The static gets louder, the screen flickers faster, the woman’s voice on the other side of the screen is barely audible now, and then, the TV shuts off.

The super stares at it silently, as if his mouth grew legs and ran, leaving him silenced. Of course, Jack knew of the potential consequences, but he didn’t think he was using his powers that much.

It’s just a measly accident!

“Oh jeez…” Jack mutters, his eyes darting from one side to the other, as if searching, listening for footsteps approaching. When he heard none, he quickly stood up and bolted right out of the room.

Hastily removing himself from the crime scene.

It’s fine, they won’t know.

At the time being, that is, he’d still have to warn them about the slight radiation in the room at some point.

But right now, some point isn’t the now point. He’d deal with it later, surely.

Really, the consequences wouldn’t be that bad. He didn’t use much of his powers. The least they could do is make a normal human vomit to death and give them diarrhea, maybe if they miraculously survive, and then get cancer later in their life.

At least they still have a few years, though, that makes up for it… Who was he kidding? That doesn’t make it any better, nor does it even come close to “making it up” for anyone!

He’s screwed!

Jack flew down the strangely empty halls. Interviews were still going on, so Jack would guess that half of the staff were quite busy doing their own stuff to roam hallways, or they were preparing rooms for supers with much more dangerous powers.

Then, suddenly, with a loud thud and heads banging against each other, only then did Jack realize he had bumped into somebody.

His head felt like it was ringing bells and shocks of pain.