I followed Noah through the Company's doors, yawning the entire way.

"Gabriel, if I'm boring you—"

"No, no. Sorry. I couldn't sleep last night. So, why are we heading down to level four?" I asked, rolling my shoulders. Noah glanced at me and smiled in sly smile.

"How long have you been an agent, Gabriel?" Noah asked. This was a trick question.

"I haven't been an agent, Noah. You know that."

"Exactly," he swung black, double doors open and sauntered over to the keypad that opened the door to level four. He stopped and looked at me. "And do you know why?" I looked at my feet, ashamed. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. Why aren't you an agent?"

"Because you can't trust me."

"Why?"

"Because I might kill one of the assignments." Noah nodded and punched in the code. We walked through the door and he stopped in front of a dark cell.

"Meet Justine Morners, Mr. Gray," he switched the lights on the cell and I saw a girl laying on the excuse for a bed. She wearily rose, her auburn, curly hair matted and weary looking. She had grey circles under her eyes and she stretched as if she was sore. She pulled herself off of the bed and continued to stretch. She was in ill-fitting, white clothing that I remembered too well. The pants were much too long and the shirt grasped at her curves as she tugged it down. She looked frightened as she watched us speak.

"Why is she here?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of her. She rubbed her face and walked over to the sink.

"She can't control her power, Mr. Gray," Noah stated. The Hunger clawed at my throat angrily, making it difficult to speak. I coughed it back and looked at him.

"What is her power, Noah?" I asked.

"You remember Peter Petrelli, correct?" Peter. Yes, he was working at the Company's other facility now. I nodded and turned back to her. She was sitting on her bed now, cracking her knuckles. I noticed that her nails were worn down with wear and bad habits.

"Peter is a sponge—he absorbs powers. But what does she have to do with him?"

"She has a form of Peter's power. Except the powers are already there." He trailed off vaguely and the Hunger tore at my throat painfully. I grimaced.

"What do you mean?"

"She's a chameleon. She already has every single power known to us. Except she can't control it."

"Her powers just react when the situation calls for it," I explained to myself.

"And she's killed four people by accident. This girl's had it a bit too rough. So we are taking her to our training facility. And that's where you come in." I look over at her again and watched her hungrily. All of that power is just one person…I shook my head furiously. Noah piled expensive looking clothing into my arms. I eyed the clothes curiously and Noah chuckled.

"Claire thought she'd like them. Go in there and give her the clothes. Make her feel safe and let her get cleaned up. Then, when she's done, you're taking the car and driving her to Washington. You'll drop her off and make sure she's safe. Understand?"

"I have to go by myself?" I was blind with fear.

"No, she'll be with you."

"But what if I…"

"Kill her, Gabriel? It's no skin off our backs. You need a test. She's a danger. If she isn't helped; she isn't helped." Noah slapped me on the back and typed the code to enter her cell. I gaped at him and he nodded towards the open door. I stepped in, wary and alert.

As soon as I walked in she leaped off of the bed and backed into a corner. She was like an animal in a cage as I walked towards the middle of the room. She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill him; it was an accident. Can I please go home? I have a baby sister, and—"

"I'm Gabriel Gray." I smiled pleasantly at her and she looked as if she was about to cry.

"Justine Morners. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gray." She watched me walk farther into the room and I looked up at her. Her green eyes were wide with curiosity. I coughed to quail the hunger.

"Ms. Morners, I know about your power. I have powers as well. I'm here to take you somewhere where you can learn how to control them and perfect them and eventually go back to your sister, was it?" I asked. She glared at me furiously.

"I can go back, 'eventually'? What the hell does that mean? Ten days, ten years, ten damn decades? I didn't mean to kill the man. He was trying to hurt me. Please—"

"What about the other three?" I asked bluntly. She looked at her feet, ashamed. I took this opportunity to step closer.

"They were drunk. I had just gotten out of a show—"

"A show?"

"I sing at clubs for extra money."

"Ok."

"And they tried to hurt me," she looked down, ashamed. I took another step forward. I had gotten to the middle of the room and set the clothes onto the bed.

"What happened after that?"

"I don't know, I started crying and then this black stuff came out of their eyes, and they slumped over and I ran off. Then a man came up to me, asking for directions and then I just blacked out."

The Hunger danced merrily as I realized she had Maya's power. I rubbed my throat she looked up.

"Then you showed up here?"

"Yes," she hissed.

"Well, we're here to help you. You see, the Company helps people who aren't in control of their powers yet. If we deem them capable of using their powers justly, we take them to our training facility and train them. It usually takes about a year or so. But we thought that that would be better than never seeing your family again. So, do you want to go there and get help?"

She looked up, her sad eyes brimming with distrust.

"You swear I'll be out in a year?" I smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll go."

"Good, these are some clothes. There's a shower over there," a door that I assumed was locked swung open and she crossed over to it, shocked. "We will leave in two hours. Okay?"

"This all too much," she muttered under her breath. She picked up the clothing and went into the bathroom, closing the door, while watching me shyly. As soon as she closed the door, I collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. Noah ran in, yelling.

"Gabriel!"

"It's okay. It's the Hunger. Noah, I was so close to killing her," I looked up at the ceiling and Noah snorted.

"Get it under control, Gabe. Go get ready. We packed a suitcase for her and yours is packed as well. Here are the hotels that you are going to stay in. This is the schedule that you are to follow exactly. Understand?" He handed me papers and I took them wearily. I glanced over them and just saw numbers.

"How long is this trip, Noah?" He chuckled darkly.

"Two weeks." I groaned and stood.

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I leaned against the black Volvo and checked my watch impatiently. Noah loomed imperiously and I messed my hair up.

"Noah, I told her two hours. She's fifteen minutes late," I growled. Noah looked at me, feigning shock.

"Gabriel, you should have more respect for our lady guests. She has had a difficult couple of days and—oh, there she is. Justine!" She walked out of the building, tugging her ballet flats on. She ran over and panted her apologizes.

It's amazing how different someone looks when they're clean. He once greasy hair was shining and was full of thick curls that cut off at her shoulders. Her green eyes were outlined with a black eyeliner and thick eyelashes that I did not remember. Her new dark jeans that fitted her nicely flared out at her ankles. Her shirt grasped her nicely and had interesting designs that I feared staring at for too long for being mistaken for staring at something else. She smelled nice.

"Gabriel, are you going to say hello to Justine?"

"Oh, sorry. Hello, Justine."

"Hi, Mr. Gray. You look good in jeans," she complimented. I looked down. I had changed from my normal suit and tie work clothes into my blue sweater and jeans to be more comfortable.

"Thank you."

"Are you ready, Justine?" Noah asked. She smiled and nodded. I opened the passenger side door and she slid in. I slammed it and crossed over to the driver's side. I opened the door.

"Oh, Gabriel," Noah called. I looked up before getting into the car. He smiled. "Don't get hungry."

I smiled sarcastically and got into the car. I started the ignition, and turned towards Justine, smiling. She smiled back for the first time.

"I'm hungry. Could we get something to eat?" My smile disappeared and I sped out onto the road.