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Chapter 1

I'm not really sure of much anymore. Nothing in this world is certain; things like us being alone in the universe used to be a common fact. Now, aliens exist along with immortals, superheroes and monsters. How can we be sure of anything?! Is the world really round, is God or any form of him real, are everyday people safe anywhere and can these "heroes" be trusted? That is why I want to launch the 'Extraordinary Persons Registration Act'. I don't just want mutants registered, even though they are a large part of the problem. I want the "heroes"; the superhumans, the immortals and even the above average humans all registered, tracked and maybe even locked up. That is the only way we have a hope of finding a safe society. And this is exactly what I am going to tell the Board of Directors.

I walked down the corridor with a purposeful stride; this was the make or break moment of finding a safe solution to 'the problem'. I was meeting the Board of Directors, the secret figures behind the American (and possibly other's) government, to deliver my 'Extraordinary Persons Registration Act' or 'EPRA' and hopefully get their approval to run it. Ahead, the video conference room I would be using drew closer and a cold sweat started on my brow. I had no idea how they would take it; I could be laughed at and thrown out of my department for all I knew. It could be a mistake to do this, but I felt it was my duty to society to at least try. By now I had reached the door and only had a minute and a half before I was to enter. Nervously pacing, I re-shuffled my notes and then shuffled them again.

"Don't worry. How bad can it be?" a male voice spoke from behind me and I spun to face him.

He was middle-aged and slightly bald. He wore a stiff suit and had a look of amusement written across his face. I momentarily forgot the seriousness of the situation and rolled my eyes.

"Very bad, thanks. Anyway, should you be down here; this is a private conference." I said while trying to redeem some professionalism.

His arched eyebrow rose even more as he reached in his pocket and withdrew an ID card. It had his name and picture printed on it, along with a large eight and symbol that read S.H.I.E.L.D. It looked like the real deal, so I stepped back and tried to ignore him.

"Yeah, I think I'm allowed to be here." he spoke again while smirking, "I am the agent assigned here to make sure the proceedings go smoothly, after all."

Man, this guy was starting to seriously get on my nerves. Was he smug or what?

"Well thanks, Phillip, that's real helpful." I said, getting the name off his ID card.

His smile disappeared as he said "Call me Agent Coulson."

His eyes flicked down to the watch he wore on his wrist and he smiled again, "Go in now."

Brushing off the pushy comments, I swiped my key card across the sensor and heard a click as the door unlocked. I gulped slightly and then pushed open the door.

The room was quite dark; one dim light bulb was the only light source. The room was bare besides a chair, a control panel and the video screen which took up a whole wall. The door slammed behind me as I walked towards the chair, as if to remind me I was now trapped until the end of the meeting. Sitting down, I regarded the panel as numbers quickly (or at least seemed that they were quick) counted down. 7,6,5; and God, what if wasn't ready for this?! 4,3,2; after all these were America's masterminds! I was just the 'Secret' Minister of Public Relations and an owner of a Doctorate in Medicine with another Doctorate in psychology. What chance did I stand against the Board of Directors?!

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"Your meeting with the Board of Directors will now commence. May you be reminded that this is a classified meeting and sharing any of its content will result in dire consequences." A nasally voice spoke from a hidden panel as a light on the screen flickered to life.

I collected my papers and thoughts while trying to block out the voice's ominous message. After a quick flickering of a symbol identical to Agent Coulson's badge, five shadowed figures appeared on the screen.

"You are Kirana Harrison, correct?"

I nodded, while ignoring the hideous mispronunciation of my name; how hard is Kear-arna?

"You have come to speak to us about..." the woman in the centre spoke again and after a quick glance at her notes she continued.

"The 'Extraordinary Persons Registration Act'?"

Again I nodded, the lump in my throat causing words to be an impossible endeavour. I really needed to pull myself together if I was going to present my Act.

"EPRA is a very intriguing idea, but why should we accept your proposal? We have been shown many similar policies and none of them have proven to be worth the time or money spent on them. Why is your Act different, Miss Harrison?" Another hidden man spoke with occasional nods from the other Directors.

I launched into the speech I had written and l have to say, it was quite good. The Directors' reactions seemed to only justify this. All the slight nods were encouraging and caused my confidence levels to rise. At the end of my speech, I sat back on to the chair and tried to stop my shaking hands. Suddenly, the Directors went completely silent. I looked up to see they were all still talking, but they had silenced my end. Since they were all in shadow I couldn't even read their lips. I leaned back in the chair and I tried to look nonchalant while my mind was secretly in turmoil. Did they think EPRA was good; it seemed impossible in my eyes. Finally, the Directors stopped talking and I could now hear them.

The middle woman, who first spoke, shifted and started to speak, "Miss Harrison, we have a proposal for you."