Dark clouds over New Haven City.

Soren leaned his head on the window pane, watching the rain outside.  It was getting harder for superhumans to get around lately, the DSA was getting stricter about power-usage.  He got up, put on his shoes and coat, he pointed his hand at his umbrella and lifted into the air.  Though life was hard for superhumans, having telekinetic and telepathic powers was pretty nice.  He walked out of the Parliament Apartments building, and headed down the street.  As from most parts of New Haven City, the Carmichael Tech building was visible as Soren entered the Brown Bear Bar, he went to the bar and ordered a beer.  David Stewart, the bartender and superhuman with extraordinary strength and endurance.  Soren leaned against the bar, watching the news.

"Here about Stretch's arrest?  Was on the news this morning."  David said to Soren as he wiped some glasses.  Soren nodded as he looked around the pub; he saw Jack Anderson, a superhuman who could turn his skin into any solid substance he touched, sitting a corner talking to a friend of his.  The news anchor on the TV was talking about the rising crime rates in New Haven City, and that the Superhuman Act had passed the House.  Then the TV showed a DSA spokesman giving a speech about the new Act, Soren groaned.  It was weeks now when all superhumans would have to register with the DSA, take their vaccinations and ID chips.  And along with the Superhuman Act, the DSA had power to arrest those who resist and send them to Dark Hell.  As the sky grew darker, a slightly drunk Soren Erikson made his way home.

Agent Grover set the files on the table, he took his seat opposite the handcuffed figure.  He took his time opening and sifting through the files, he found the one he wanted, he took a sip of coffee.

"Dark Hell inmate, number 66079, DSA registration number, the same-"

"My name is Plague!"

"As far as the DSA and US government cares, your a number," he cleared his throat, "Timothy Granger, also known as 'Plague' among his accomplices and victims.  Convicted for seven homicide, including two DSA agents,  attempted murder of three US senators, multiple cases of theft, some major banks, and kidnapping and testing diseases on your kidnapped victims.  Well, Mr. Granger, you got quite a record there, don't you?"  Plague shrugged.  Agent Grover sipped his coffee.

"And, you've spent the last twenty years in Dark Hell.  And I'm sorely tempted to put you back, but the DSA needs you.  And if you do this right, you may walk free again."

"Yes, I already know what you want of me: to make you a vaccine for the supers."

"And in return, a clean slate and your freedom."  Said the agent.  Plague thought for a moment.

"Of course, you don't have to accept, I'll understand, I'll send you back to your cell in Dark Hell, I hear they fixed the Nightmare Pool.  Plague paled.

"So if I accept, all I have to do is make you a vaccine?  That's it?"  He looked suspicious.

"A thought just occurred to me, the DSA, or Department of Superhuman Affairs, deals with humans with extraordinary abilities.  You, Mr. Granger are not a superhuman, but you are the greatest poisoner in history.  So I'll hand you over to Homeland Security, I'm sure they've recovered from your shots you gave them."  Grover said, smirking.  Plague gulped and paled even further.

"I'll do it!  But remember, I go free afterwards."  Plague said.  Grover hid his smile.

"Very good, thank you Mr. Granger."  He picked up the files and coffee cup and left Plague in the dim interview room.

'Really good coffee!'  He thought as he walked down the hall.