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“Affirmative, I have a shot.” An agent whispers into a headset, standing on the mile tall building besides the Daily Planet, the most popular news organization in Metropolis. The man wore an ordinary T-Shirt, designed by the head agents of this operation to look particularly ordinary. “The fuck are you doing, Regis? Take it!” The New Yorker accent of head agent James Jackson replies. Regis could hear the cigar being tapped on an ashtray through the transmission. Regis, with no hesitation, shoots the man.

The man, as if nothing happened, turned around to investigate the noise. Regis could hear screams as people saw the bullet on the ground. “The fuck?” Regis mutters. He quickly scopes the man in and shoots again. “What’s wrong, Regis?” Regis shoots again. “The bullets, sir. They’re… bouncing off of him.” James’ tone changed almost instantly.

“Regis, run!” Regis immediately started running towards the door to the building. “What’s wrong, sir?” James swings the door open. “The fuckers a meta human!” He bolted down the stairs, until he reached a hallway encasing a set of hotel rooms. Regis could hear something being thrown at the wall through the transmission. “Fuck! Did he see you, Regis?” Regis shakes his head, then realizes James isn’t looking at him. “No, sir. He was looking at the window, not me.” There was a sigh heard through the transmission. “Okay, good.” A few clicks are heard. “Standby, Regis, a chopper’s headed your way.” Regis nodded his head, laughing as he again realized nobody could see him. “Thank you, sir.” Regis could hear the helicopter in the distance. He slowly walked back up the stairs. Once he met the door, he opened it, to be met with a huge S. Superman was at the door, and he had questions.