In the days that followed, Warren, Morris, and Vicente became the busiest men at Fortress Four. If there was a prize for 'Most Likely to Have a Nervous Breakdown,' it was a three-way tie. They weren't just gathering every electrokinetic they could find from their own base; they were scouting ally bases like talent agents looking for the next big pop star.
The search seemed to have come to an end, but this marked the beginning of training, under Commander Warren, as he liked to call himself.
"Alright, listen up, Sparkies!" Warren shouted, pacing in front of a line of nervous-looking teenagers and adults who could produce even a tiny static shock. "I don't care if you can only charge a cell phone or if you can take down a skyscraper. You are here to learn how to make a giant storm. Not a drizzle, not a light mist_ a storm that would make the gods hide under their beds!"
