Training picked up after the first day. Four days into combat training, and Agent Hanson now had them sparring with a new partner every day. Today, Demetria had ended up with the male who had sparred with Miu on the first day.

She found out that his name was Brett Wood, and that he was actually meant to be investigating Miu, that's why he had partnered up with her the first day.

Brett was actually a pretty good fighter too, and he picked up some of the more advanced techniques Agent Hanson was teaching pretty quickly. He also had no problem helping Demetria with any of the moves she was having trouble with.

"We'll all be co-workers eventually." Brett told her, " It makes no sense for me to hinder your progress. One day you might be the one to watch my back."

Demetria smiled at that. " That seems like a pretty good way to look at it."

They were interrupted by Lani's shriek. Both Brett and Demi looked over in her direction curiously. Lani was laying on the ground in pain, but she really wasn't moving. One of Miu's gloves must have come off, because she had picked it up off of the ground.

"Next time, you shouldn't take what isn't yours." Miu slipped the black glove back over her hand, then walked away as Agent Hanson dismissed them all.

Brett offered a hand to Lani, who was still collapsed on the ground." Damnit, that chick shocked me!" Lani commented as she was brought up to her feet.

"Shocked you?" Demetria questioned, "Is that why you were on the ground? I thought you had been hit pretty hard or something."

Brett was interested by this though." Did the shock happen when the glove came off?"

Lani gave the male a small nod, "Yeah, it did. She had me in a headlock, and when I went to pull her hand away, I accidentally took the glove with me. Next thing I know, I had this pain going all the way down the left side of my body."

"Are you sure you didn't just have a mini stroke?" Jordan joked as he walked over. He came to a stop next to his sister.

"Yeah, I think I'm a bit too young to be having heart problems, bro." Lani had rolled her eyes.

"It was probably just some really bad static shock, it's a pretty normal thing to happen." Jordan comforted.

Static shock was something that normally happens in the winter though, not summer. While there was a small drought going on, the air didn't feel very dry. In fact, it was a bit humid.

"She looked pretty pissed that you tore her glove off." Brett spoke, walking with the group to the residence hall.

"Yeah, you're the one investigating her right? What's up with her always wearing those gloves? It's like one hundred degrees outside." Demetria asked the other male.

Brett just seemed a bit distracted as he looked off in the distance. " No clue. I'm… going to invite her to head into the city with the rest of us tonight." He then left to catch up with Miu.

Today was a Friday, and the recruits were given the weekends off to rest up. Since it was the first week, one of the other recruits had suggested that a bunch of them get together and go celebrate 'surviving the first week of hell' at some club. It seemed like a good idea, so Demetria had agreed to go.

It would be the perfect opportunity to dig up some dirt on Jordan. Alcohol always had a way of making people loose lipped….

Demetria was slightly disgusted that she was thinking in such a manner. Even though she had to be close guarded about what she said around the male, Demi still considered Jordan to be her friend. And friends generally don't try to take advantage of each other when they're drunk.

As the group walked towards the residence hall, Mirage had been walking by. She approached the group with a warm smile."How have you all been taking to training?"

"Aside from the endless running? Pretty well." Demetria replied. The woman let out a small laugh. "Yes, Agent Hanson can push a bit too much. It's for the best though."

Mirage glanced at everyone in the group, as if looking for someone." Miss Summer's isn't with you?" She questioned. It took the group a few seconds to realize she was talking about Riley.

"No, she tries to get to the showers before everyone else." Demetria told her.

"Ah, well, can you tell her to come to my office once she's done?" Mirage asked, Demi nodded, and the woman walked away.

"Am I the only one who thinks she's kinda hot?" Lani suddenly blurted out, once the Agent was well out of earshot.

"You mean Mirage?" Demi questioned" Yeah, I guess she does. She has that sort of supermodel look down."

"I think my sister means that in a much more direct way." Jordan pointed out, a small smirk on his face.

"Is that why you were actually quiet for once?" Demetria teased.

"Pfft, nah, that was just because she was kind of talking to you more than the rest of us." Lani replied, "Do you think I'd have a shot once we graduate from training?"

"I mean…she looks like she's about our age. She would technically be your superior though, even when you do become an Agent. There's gotta be some kind of rule against that." Demetria pointed out.

"Whoa, didn't think you were one to follow rules, hippie. I thought you were a rule breaker; a rebel!" Lani teased.

"I've never once said I break rules. I only fight if someone tries to stop me from doing something I have my mind set to." Demetria corrected with a huff.

"Ah, the anti-hero then. Well, I'm just saying, if she ever bats an eyelash at me, I wouldn't say no."

"Ew, can you not be thinking things like that now?" Jordan complained.

Demetria laughed. " I'll see you guys down at the ferry later, alright?" The twins waved, heading off to their own dorms. Demetria opened the door to her dorm. Upon entering, Riley's melodic voice was singing a soft tune as she brushed her hair.

"Hey, Mirage was looking for you. Told me to have you meet her in her office?" Demetria told the girl.

"Alright, I'll head over there then." Riley watched as her roommate started putting together an outfit. " Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, a bunch of us are heading out later, remember?" Demi then stopped as she realized. Riley wasn't even a legal adult, so there was no way they could take her into a club. They could try to sneak her in… but the girl did not look 18, let alone look old enough to pass as 21.

"I'm sorry! I- do you need anything from town?" Demi offered.

"No, I'm fine, just… if you find anything out about a Naomi Michaelson, tell me, okay?" Riley asked, "I'm going to try and do some investigating from here, but I think everyone's going."

Demetria nodded. She was planning to do the same with Jordan, so she really would be working, more than she would be enjoying herself anyway. The brunette turned to her clothing options, preparing for tonight.

The club was located in an old, decrepit looking factory out in the warehouse district. The only indication that the enormous building was even a nightclub had been the bright neon blue sign that read 'Obelisk', and the huge line to get in. It had taken a while, but eventually the recruits had made it into the club.

Demetria watched bodies dance much too close to each other in the crowd, as rave lights over head exaggerated their shadowed forms. The music was loud, and deafening as it boomed through the speakers. There were people smoking something off to the side, a sign that there was clearly more than alcohol being passed around.

Jordan led them all to a more secluded area, ordered a round of shots, and had taken to addressing the group of party-ready recruits.

"I know we all just want to let loose and party, so let's keep this short and sweet!" His voice could barely be heard over the music booming from the speakers, " To surviving our first week in hell!" Jordan held up his shot glass, and the rest of the recruits fell into line, repeating his last words merrily. They all drank before breaking apart into smaller groups.

This was perfect! Jordan's guard would be down if it wasn't already, leaving him wide open for investigation. Demetria just had to keep an eye on him, and-

Wait, where had he gone? The male had been here a second ago and Demetria hadn't moved since the celebration shots. Jordan was the whole reason why she came in the first place, otherwise she would have stayed in the dorm to keep Riley company.

'Great, with this crowd I'll probably never find him!' Demetria was brought out of her thoughts by a familiar female voice.

"Come on hippie, let's dance!" Lani dragged her friend out onto the dancefloor, where they were enveloped by the rest of the maddening crowd. The speakers on the dancefloor somehow managed to be even louder, as Demetria felt the bass thumping through the floor.

The lights were dizzying and while Demetria was no stranger to dancing, this was unlike any party or club she had ever gone too. The amount of hot, dancing bodies that were practically on top of her was enough to make Demetria sweat.

Her expression must have made it obvious that she wasn't having a good time, because Lani had decided to confront her about it.

"Hey, are you disappointed that I'm not my brother?" Lani had to yell just to be heard over the blaring music, "You know, I pegged you as the carefree, flower child type, not as a workaholic."

Demetria shot a look up at the taller recruit, and before she could ask, Lani was already answering.

"That is why you're here right? To take care of this whole 'investigate' bull with my brother?"

"Is it that obvious?" Demi questioned.

"It kind of is. Either that, or I've gotten really good at reading you in just a week." Lani let out a laugh. " Come on! You need to let loose and have fun! That's the whole point of this night! Once we get back to our dorms you can go back to figuring my brother out, but let's just enjoy ourselves, alright Demi?"

In all this madness, it's not like Demetria would even be able to find Jordan anyway, and Lani was right. All of the recruits, and everyone inside the club was here to forget about work; not to do more of it. There would be plenty of time for that tomorrow.

"You're right.. Let's forget about all of that.." Begrudgingly, Demetria let her hips slowly sway to the rhythm of the music, attempting to clear her thoughts.

As whatever club remix boomed through the oversized speakers of the club, the

Off to the side, there was a group of guys watching the crowd, scoping out women like they were predators. Their eyes fell on Demetria and Lani dancing, as if they had just found their next meal.

Two of the men joined the duo out on the dancefloor, arms trying to wrap themselves around the girls waists. Demetria knew this was a common occurrence in clubs, so she didn't seem all that worried about it, but when Lani had shot a look of panic towards the smaller recruit, it became obvious the guys weren't just looking for a dance.

Lani managed to wiggle out of one of the guys arms, moving closer to Demetria. "Sorry boys, but I don't swing that way, and my friend and I are kind of a package deal, so we'll be making our leave now."

The taller woman was moving Demetria out of the sweaty swarm of people, and before the men could even protest, the girls had already lost them in the crowd.

They moved off of the dance floor, towards one of the more lounge-like areas. While the music was still loud, the girls did not need to yell anymore to talk to each other.

"What happened?" Demetria asked, as Lani still seemed panicked, "Did one of the guys go a bit too far?"

"Well, yeah, but you don't-" the recruit took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts," I just had a bad feeling about them, ok? You never know what some of those freaks are capable of."

Four guys had taken to surrounding the two girls, trying to corner them in."Hey now, that wasn't nice to leave our buddies hanging back there." The bigger of the men spoke:

"Well, maybe they should learn to buy a girl a drink first." Lani retorted.

"You're right, we should buy you two drinks. Maybe it'll help loosen you up..." The two men they had been dancing with had flanked them from behind.

If things got bad, they did have the training the NSA gave them. It would be best not to cause a scene though, as bystanders could get hurt.

"Is this how you get girls to sleep with you? You intimidate them? Or do you normally not ask first?" Lani stood her ground.

"There you two are!" Jordan came to their rescue. The guys turned to see who had interrupted them, but Jordan acted as if he hadn't noticed the men," Come on we were just going to leave."

"Is this your girlfriend?" One of the men asked, "You should really teach her to mind her mouth, it'll get her in trouble."

"No, she's my sister." Jordan feigned surprise when the male had spoken, "Believe me, I know how much of a smart mouth she has." He turned and gripped both Demetria, and Lani's shoulders, "Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll just take our leave, we don't want any trouble all right?"

As they were led farther away from the group of men, Jordan's grip on them loosened. Eventually, he let go of both of them.

" I know we're all trying to enjoy ourselves, but we can't go starting trouble. Especially with low-lifes like that. Unless both of you want to get kicked out of the NSA before becoming agents, lay-low." Jordan warned.

"Hey, those guys came after us, not the other way around." Lani argued, "Besides, if someone starts with us, we can't exactly just stand there and act defenseless!"

Jordan glared at his sister, and she returned it. They seemed to be arguing, but no actual words were exchanged.

'Even though they're twins, they still argue like Violet and Dash.' Demi mused.

Whatever unspoken words were being said between the siblings must have resulted in Lani's defeat, because the woman crossed her arms, and huffed looking away from her brother.

"Fine. I need a drink." Lani moved towards the bar, leaving Jordan and Lani alone.

"Nothing against you Demi, but my sister is a troublemaker. Always loves getting into fights." Jordan apologized.

The more Demetria finds out about the twins, the more she questions why Lani and Jordan didn't choose different NSA paths. Jordan seems more the type to become a researcher for the National Super Agency compared to Lani. Then again… Jordan is a lot more level-headed. If Lani really is a troublemaker like he says,maybe because keeping her out of the field is for the best.

Demetria looked up at Jordan, realizing there was now an awkward silence between them.

"Erm… I'm going to head to the bathroom, be back in a sec." Demi made her way through the crowd, spotting another one of the recruits ducking into the restroom.

'Isn't that… Naomi? Maybe I'll have more luck getting info out of her than Jordan. At least I can help poor Riley out…'

"Naomi?"

The door behind Demetria slammed shut. As busy as the nightclub was, the restrooms were surprisingly empty. And Immaculate.

"Naomi?" Demetria tried calling out again, louder this time. She glanced at the gap underneath the restroom stalls. No signs any of them were occupied.

'I could have sworn I saw her come in here, that's weird.'

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening then closing behind her. Demetria turned, seeing the two guys from earlier again. She backed up a bit as they moved closer to her.

" Uh, you guys shouldn't be here." she stammered out. 'Yeah, clearly they care about that.' Demi mentally slapped herself.

"Make one more move and I swear I'll scream." Demetria threatened. One of the guys rolled his eyes at her.

"Heh, no one's going to hear you." The first one spoke. Of course not, the music in the nightclub was loud, and even now there was still a slight thrum of the bass that could be felt in the bathroom.

The two men moved closer. She tried to make a beeline for the door but they just blocked her path.

'Fuck it, I have to do something!' Demetria threw her leg out, sending a kick towards the second guy's groin. He caught her foot before it could connect, but her fist was already connecting with the side of his jaw before the guy realized what hit him.

The man released her leg, as he rubbed the side of his jaw. The other guy grabbed the brunette's free arm, twisting before he forced her onto the ground. Demetria felt her teeth clack together as her chin connected with the cold concrete floor. The metallic taste of blood began to seep into her mouth. She struggled as her other arm was forced above her head. She felt the two men now looming over her. There was no way out of this. She was trapped, unless…

Demetria took a deep breath, feeling thorns begin to sprout from her skin. She struggled under the man's grip until she had a large thorn fully formed in her hand. She stuck it in the first man's hand, breaking away from him as he screamed. The second man went to lunge for Demi, but a vine was already wrapped around one of his legs, causing him to fall flat on his face.

While the duo was on the ground, Demetria made a break for the door. It swung open (nearly hitting her in the process) to reveal a panicked Lani.

"Holy shit!" Lani took in the scene before her, as Demetria grabbed the larger woman's arm. "Let's just go."

Demetria and Lani left the two men, rushing back to where they had left Jordan. "Get the other's we'll meet you by the ferry." Jordan nodded at his sister, as he left to gather up the rest of their group.

The two girls headed out ahead of them. Upon arriving at the ferry, Demetria took in the already fading bruises on her arms. She covered them up with her hand, standing in an uncomfortable silence with Lani.

There was no way the other woman had not seen the aftermath of Demi's powers. She wasn't too worried about those two guys saying anything, creeps like that would have a very hard time getting anyone to believe what happened. Lani on the other hand had every reason to tell someone, especially her brother about her powers. And the Agency, if they didn't know already.

"They didn't hurt you did they?" Lani finally broke the silence. She had a worried expression on her face as she looked down at Demetria. "Rubbing your arms will only make the internal bleeding worse, let me see."

Lani was gentle as she examined Demi's arms, then the gash on her woman traced the bruises softly before giving a small nod as she released the other girl. "You heal quickly, those should be gone by the morning at this rate." Letting out a small smile, Lani continued," Of course, maybe a sunlamp will help you heal a bit faster."

Demetria couldn't help but let out a small snort. At least she wasn't freaking out about it. Of course the whole situation isn't exactly ripe for that, even for Lani. They quickly fell back into a slightly-less-awkward silence.

"He knows already, by the way." Lani spoke up again. Demetria shot the larger woman a quizzical look. The larger woman moved to lean on the railing,staring out across the darkened ocean. "My brother. He knew about your powers.I didn't believe him at first when he told me, but now, it makes sense."

Demetria opened her mouth as if to speak, but couldn't find the right words. She joined Lani at the railing, watching the waves crash onto the docks below them. There were so many questions now, questions she was not sure what to expect the answer to.

"How… how long has he known?" Demetria finally asked.

"Since that first day in the mess hall where I introduced you two."

This took Demetria by complete surprise. What had made him believe she had powers? She had not done anything during their meeting that would even give away a hint that she was a Super!

Lani turned, now leaning back against the railing with a small laugh. "Considering you didn't know, and the current circumstances I guess it'll be okay to tell you." She looked at Demetria. " You thought it."

Okay, now Demetria was definitely lost.

"I thought it. What, and he read my mind?" Lani smiled. "That's exactly what he did. Really, you did it to yourself. But ... neither of us wanted to say anything until we knew what they were for sure."

'So if Jordan is a Super…. And I am… that's most definitely not a coincidence! Maybe that's why they paired us up? Which means the NSA abso-freakin-lutely knows about my powers. And Jordan and Lani do now too. Great.' A sudden thought came to Demi's mind.

"Wait, if Jordan can read minds, does that mean you can too?" Lani nodded in response.

"His powers are a lot more stable than mine though. I've been known to make things fly around the room when I'm pissed off enough. Jordan's better at keeping his cool so that doesn't happen."

As afraid as she had been, it is a small relief knowing she doesn't have to hide her powers around the twins. Demetria let a small smile creep up on her face.

"We're Supers." she spoke.

"We're Supers." Lani repeated with a small grin.

The two women stood there, staring out across the ocean. Deciding to ruin the moment, Demetria broke the silence.

"So, when Jordan was talking about what you thought about Mirage…."

"Don't remind me! It's bad enough he knows what I was thinking." Lani shuddered a bit. Demi let out a laugh.

A dark-haired woman stared at the two men sitting before her. On the wooden desk in front of her was an oversized, blood splattered thorn.

"Explain."

The two burly men shared a terrified glance at each other before one of them spoke.

"We didn't expect her to fight back. Especially not.. Like that."

The womans golden eyes narrowed. "It is my understanding that she was not alone."

Both men opened their mouths as if to speak, but quickly closed them. They both nodded their heads.

The woman rose to her feet and walked over to the men. She lifted a single, perfectly manicured finger to inspect one of the men's faces. Already a dark almost black bruise had formed on the side of his jaw. The woman dropped her hand, quickly turning around.

"Just this once, I will let this incident slide." She finally spoke.

"Thank you, Mistress!" The large men dropped to their knees with bowed heads.

The woman did not turn to face them, however. Instead, she was examining the thorn in her hands. She was grinning like a child in a candy shop.

"Now, I need both of you to go to Xerek. It seems the Incredibles are not the only supers in Metroville."