I walked through the CIA corridor, keeping my eyes locked onto the doors at the end of the hallway. Two guards stood in front of me as protection for the man of higher authority I was about to meet, but their stature would mean nothing if I got inside their minds, although they knew nothing of that. I just walked behind them, smirking and gripping the CD case in my hand.
We reached the end of the hallway and the guards opened the double doors. The large room was a posh office, the walls brimmed with framed certificates and metals.
A middle-aged, plump man sat behind a large, wooden desk, staring at me with cold, ridiculing eyes. I smiled flirtatiously.
"Ms. Frost," he greeted coldly.
"Colonel William Stryker." I spoke with the same harshness he did.
"Take a seat," he said.
I worked my way across the room and sat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.
"You said you held something that was of interest to me," he said. He sat forward, crossing his hands on the desk.
"Indeed, I do." I held the CD up and the case glimmered in the artificial light.
I put it down on the table and slid it toward him.
"This is classified documentation of a Class Five mutant who is a great danger to your society," I said.
Stryker took the CD and placed it in the DVD player attached to his computer. I watched as the black and white images from Shaw's security cameras projected themselves onto the screen. First, the events of day four were shown as the girl threw a heavy load of fire toward my dear Shaw's back. The image cut off right before Shaw absorbed it.
Then, the movie cut to the beach when her lightning was released. The barrier formed around her and the sporadic bolts reached out miles around her into the ocean. Then, the screen turned black.
"Her name is Rebecca Shaw and she controls the five elements- air, water, earth, fire and lightning."
"How dangerous is she?"
"When she is mad, she could burn the world with one wave of fire."
Stryker's Adam's apple moved in and out as he swallowed down his fear.
"She looks young," he said, his voice wavering.
"Fifteen."
"I'm assuming that makes her even more dangerous- a teenager whose hormones are raging."
"Exactly." I held back the vengeful smile that wanted to so badly spread across my face.
"Well," he sat back, his head leaning against the back of the chair, "you've experienced her powers first hand. What do you suggest we do?"
I folded my hands on my lap. "For the safety of the world...kill her."