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From training wheels to the whole bicycle. Our dear children that we have followed from young, impressionable age....well, may still be young and impressionable, but certainly are no long ignorant, scared, and without support. They may still need mentoring, but they have reached a spot of personal responsibility.

How very fortunate for America!

The Evolved situation had become difficult years ago. It was just now becoming even more problematic. The North American continent was beginning to prove to have more than just a couple of apparently unrelated evolves attacking the home base. There was a relatively harmless but still unlawful group of evolveds who called themselves the Robin Hoods that made it a common practice to appear out of no where at important political debates and start protests. There were, of course, the usual teenage hooligans who showed off their evolved abilities, often with disastrous results.

And there were those hooligans who showed off their abilities with control, and purposely destroyed things.

America was facing some issues with four rampaging evolveds, each controlling a different element. Each dangerous. And there seemed to be no agenda to their attacks. Simply psychopaths. Or were they hunting the evolved good guys to come out of the woodwork?

That's certainly what was about to happen. Our dear little children, not quite grown up, are the ones who have now been given the assignment to seriously and proactively start cleaning up the evolved mess.

Hmm now.... Let's see how they've grown really....

With a smirk, the man zipped up his boots and jumped on his motorcycle. With distrust in the computer systems, our dear Messenger has been reinstated to his former job. He couldn't have been more pleased with his current assignment.

The messenger raved past a startled school officer, and zoomed dangerously around school traffic to park his motorcycle in an open space. He stepped off, all sneers to those who would question him, and stomped ahead of line into the school office, "I am Police Officer Cool, and I need to see these students," he flashed his fake badge to the lady at the counter, and then leaned himself up against it, picking at his teeth.

The students, of course, were our children. And somehow, "Officer Cool" managed to deliver these messages almost simultaneously to the schools. The front envelope held an orb that the teenagers would recognize as Flashcharge's, the logo they'd agreed on to indicate top secret messages. These envelopes were not to be opened in the public.

Inside was what the NSA called a chip-computer, the size of a piece of paper, but could only be opened once, and for a short period of time. The messenger personally thought better were the days of exploding paper, but he hadn't even had a say in the matter.

The chip-computer held this message:



Reading time: 3 minutes

The threat of the elemental evolves in Hawaii and across the southern continental United States is attracting attention and causing alarm. You are requested to keep alert and intercept these men and women if they attack in your area. Stay well alert, their movements are erratic at best.

Information may be found in File 13, E.E.A.

Reminder: Seminar in Colorado in two weeks time. You are still expected to attend. You should have received your plane tickets.

Call Charles with any questions.