The HRA lobby smelled of desperation and cheap coffee. Orion proudly filled out Holt's form.
"I put you down for 'Angry Mascot' class!" Orion said.
"Just get me my vault access," Holt grumbled.
They were sent to Power Assessment. A single, terrified girl stood before a machine labeled "Danger-o-Matic 5000."
"State your power," a technician yawned.
"I'm… just… really, really shy?" she whispered.
The machine beeped. A ticket printed out. The technician read it, bored.
"Results: 'Criminally Cute.' Threat Level: 'Will Probably Apologize You To Death.' Tier 1. Next!"
The girl, Quinn, looked relieved. Holt looked at the broken system. Orion looked for a camera to pose for. The trio was complete.