The next day, they were taken to Global Justice headquarters in a limo with darkened windows. Kim and Ron were wearing their GJ uniforms. Jenny was wearing a dark blue blouse and jeans.
Jenny was a bit apprehensive, but she trusted her new friends.
At headquarters, they were escorted to the Director's office.
"Kim, Ron, Miss Wheeler, welcome to Global Justice. Come in, sit down," said Dr. Director, motioning them to chairs. They sat. Dr. Director was in her uniform, with short brown hair and patch over her right eye.
"Hey!" said Rufus, sticking his head out of Ron's pocket.
Dr. Director smiled. "You're welcome too, Rufus."
"Hmph," muttered Rufus, disappearing back into the pocket.
Getting right to business, Dr. Director looked at Jenny. "Miss Wheeler, you came from somewhere else with no way to get back. Your existence here is undocumented, but you're also a self-confessed escaped felon. We could lock you away for the next eight years, to make sure you finish your sentence."
Kim and Ron started to protest, but Jenny stopped them by standing up and holding up her hands to them. "Thanks for the support, but please, don't." She turned to Dr. Director, then moved over to the side of her desk within arm's reach. She turned away, and put her hands behind her back.
"I want to live with a clean slate. If that's what it takes, I won't resist," she said. She looked at Ron and Kim and Rufus, who were staring at her in shock. "Please, just don't forget me in eight years." She waited for cold steel to circle her wrists.
"Sit down, please, Miss Wheeler," said Dr. Director, "You passed the test. I had to be sure you were serious about being on the side of the law."
Jenny turned and looked at her, then grinned. "That was sneaky. I like you; you'd make a great villian."
Dr. Director spluttered as Jenny took her seat and Kim and Ron laughed.
"Anyway," Dr. Director continued, when she'd recovered her composure, "I have some info you'll find interesting. She turned the computer monitor on her desk towards them, and tapped some commands. A file appeared, a part of which was a picture of a girl who could have been Jenny's double, except she had brown hair and blue eyes and fair skin.
"This was Jennifer Wheeler," she said, "Her story is remarkably similar to yours in the early stages. Her parents were her only relatives, and were killed in a car accident while she survived when she was three. She was placed in a number of foster homes, but none of them worked out. She died on her thirteenth birthday of a brain hemmorage, but wasn't found for a couple of days. That was five years ago."
Jenny scanned the information. "Same birthday... same birthplace..."
"And her Social Security number was the same as the one you gave Wade. Not many people know it, but the U.S. government has a department for handling beaureacratic anomalies. They've handled it like you 'slipped through the cracks'." Dr. Director picked up an envelope and handed it to her. "That's your new Social Security card, identification, birth record, and similar things. Welcome to your new universe."
Jenny sat stunned. "Th- thank you," she finally stammered.
"Now to other business. I've read Wade's reports and seen the video of you. Your ability to alter probability is impressive, and we'd like to study it. But Kim's made a request that you join Team Possible, so we're going to test you first," said Dr. Director.
Jenny grinned. "Bring it on."
KPKPKP
Jenny soon found herself wearing a GJ uniform, and standing in a large empty room. Kim,
Ron, Rufus, and Dr. Director were a level above, watching through a window. Dr. Director hit the intercom button.
"I understand that your eyes allow you to see in very low light levels," she said.
"That's right," answered Jenny, looking up toward the mirrored glass.
"We're going to test that ability, along with your strength, speed, and agility. This is a test, but take it seriously. You can and will get hurt," was the reply. "Hopefully not too badly," she added as an afterthought. "Go to the end of the room to your right. Your object is to get to the other side without using your power."
When the girl with cotton-candy-pink hair was in position, Dr. Director motioned at a tech, who typed commands.
Suddenly objects of various shapes and sizes sprung from the walls, floor, and ceiling,
and the lights dropped to a very low level of intensity. "Go!" said a computer voice.
Kim and Ron had been through this test themselves, several times, and knew it was pretty brutal, especially for a first-timer.
A minute and thirty-five seconds later, the tech said, "She's through." He hit a button and the lights came back up. Jenny was standing on the other side of the room, rubbing her left shoulder and leg, and breathing hard.
"Impressive," murmured Dr. Director. The time was only seven seconds slower than Kim's best, and Kim had had the lights up.
"Are you hurt?" asked Dr. Director over the intercom.
"I'm good," said Jenny, who stopped rubbing.
All of the objects retracted. A door opened, and a large man in a GJ uniform stepped in.
"This is Personal Combat, Level One," said Dr. Director, "Defeat him if you can, without your power. Remember, he will hurt you."
They squared off, and less than ten seconds later Jenny stood triumphant.
"Level Two," said Dr. Director, as the first man was helped out, and two new ones came in.
Each level took longer, but Jenny continued to beat the agents that came at her. Only one got in a lucky shot that sent her tumbling, but she was quickly up and he was down.
Six men at a time, and Jenny still beat them. She had no particular fighting style, but was quick, hard, and ruthless.
After the defeated men were taken out of the room, another agent came in. He was holding nunchukus.
"This is Personal Weapons Combat, Level One," announced Dr. Director, "Miss Wheeler, choose your weapon."
A wall slid aside, revealing a very complete set of hand-to-hand weapons. She looked them over, taking her time, picked up several and experimented with them. The observers could tell by the way she handled them she knew what she was doing. But she turned away from the racks with her hands empty.
"You sure?" asked Dr. Director.
"Yep," she replied, studying her opponent. The wall to the weapons slid closed.
"You do realize I'll be trying to hurt you, Miss Wheeler," said the agent.
"Yep," she said.
The man yelled and ran at her. She stood her ground and threw a hex. An untied bootlace fell to the floor, and he stepped on it with his left foot. He lost his balance and fell, the nunchukus slamming him in the back of the head. He lay not moving.
Jenny walked over and stooped beside him, then looked up at the mirrored window. "You should send a medical team. I think he has a concussion."
Dr. Director looked at Kim and Ron. "Unbelievable," was her only comment.
After that, the test went straight to Level Six. Six of the biggest GJ agents available surrounded the slender girl, each with a different weapon.
She let them attack, dodging the weapons and striking with her fists and feet and elbows and knees. At opportune moments she would throw a hex, and some bad luck would take that agent out of the fight.
Finally all six lay around her, the consious ones groaning in pain. Jenny was pretty much untouched, but breathing heavily. Her pink hair fell in her face.
"Well, what do you think?" asked Kim.
Dr. Director turned towards her, then glanced out at the girl, who was helping the medical teams with her victims.
"I think..." she said, slowly, "That we'd better recruit her, just out of self-defense."
"YES!" said Kim with an arm pump.
"BOOYAH!" shouted Ron, giving a high five with Rufus.
Dr. Director hit the intercom button. "I've made a decision," she said, and Jenny looked up. "Welcome to Global Justice, and Team Possible, Agent Jinx."
"ALL RIGHT!" shouted Jenny, jumping up into the air.
The agents with her gave congratulations, even the ones she'd beaten.