The incredibile sped off away from the city. However, it looked like just a regular car, and no one followed it. At one point it veered off the road and into the deserted landscape, before eventually coming to stop in the middle of nowhere next to a set of train tracks.
"I had better check on Jack-Jack," Violet finally spoke up, a good hour after the car had stopped. She stepped outside of the car and for once, Dash stayed where he was. Once she had shut the door behind her, she sank to her knees by the side of the car and started to cry.
She did not know how long she was like this, but eventually she pulled herself together. 'You have to stay strong,' she told herself, 'for them. They would have wanted you to stay strong so the three of you can survive.' She stood up and opened the door to check on her youngest brother.
Deep underground, military personnel file through dimly-lit hallways on important business. They all stop to salute as an important figure walks by. He stops in front of a heavily guarded door. One of the officer types in a variety of codes and the door opens for the man to walk proudly through.
The room is filled with monitors and screen of all sorts, with several rows of officers at computers all facing the center of the room, where there sat a large desk and many of largest of the screens opposite it. Those in the room stop what they are doing and stand in salute. "Mr. President," one of them acknowledges.
"At ease," says the President. He takes a seat at the desk. "Now who here can tell me exactly what's going on?"
"Sir," says an officer. "The nation is in panic. There have only been the two attacks and one is still unconfirmed, but there have been violent anti-super rallies in every state."
"What more do we know about the hydroplane incident? Have those fugitives been tracked down yet?"
"No, sir," says another. "We've lost track of them sir."
"There is another survivor that came to us early this morning. She is Evelyn Deavor, the sister of Winston Deavor."
"How did she survive?"
"She escaped on a plane built into the ship's hull, sir."
"Play the footage."
On one of the larger screens security footage from a questioning started, showing a young woman seemingly in shock.
"And what can you tell us Ms. Deavor, in your own words, about what happened on the hydroplane?"
"I was in another room when the hypnosis started," she drifted off every few words. "I ran in to free the others, but I could only get Winston. It was too hard to- look away." She sighed. "I had him on the plane. We were escaping. He said he needed to go back to help the others."
"Did he?" the inquisitor asked when she stopped.
"No, he was pulled off the plane, by one of those freaks! Winston did everything he could to make them legal and this is how they repay him! He was wrong. They aren't good people. They shouldn't be legal ever again, and since I will inherit the company, I will make sure they will never hurt anyone again!"
The transmission ended. The president turned to face the rest of his staff. "Men and women, we are on high alert. I want the order going out to detain any super caught exercising any abilities they may have. If we don't end this threat now, this country could become a warzone. It is unlikely that these rogues were working alone."
"Sir, what should we do with the ones we find? We won't be able to easily detain them," said an important looking general.
The president thought for a moment. "Call up whatever scientists we may have."
Somewhere in the urban sprawl, a tracker beeped, showing a small red dot come to rest a fair distance from the city, an hour drive not counting inner-city traffic. Luckily, she wasn't going to drive. She took off her back-pack and it transformed it into a scooter.
A dog ran up to her and she pet him behind his ears. "Good boy. We're so close to finding Calico."
She stood on the scooter.
"Now let's go find them. Bolt, zoom zoom."