“Green. I like green. I wear green shirts to work sometimes. You have to wear shirts to work,” Gary said. Gary was a socially functional autistic who worked with the DCIS. He was also an Alpha – a super-powered human. His ability of transduction allowed him to interact with electromagnetic radiation and wireless communication. Without him, the team would not be able to gather information as quickly as they did.
“Yes, Gary,” said Dr. Rosen. “You have to wear shirts to work. You also have to find her.” Dr. Rosen was the non-alpha of the team, the leader. He was also a psychiatrist and the foremost expert on Alphas.
“No, green. You’re not listening. It’s green. The car, it’s green. I saw it. It’s green.”
The rest of the team stood up, ready to jump into action. The team consisted of Cameron, an ex-marine with hyperkinesis; Rachel, an ex-CIA linguist with heightened senses; Nena, who could ‘push’ people into doing whatever she told them to; and Bill, an FBI agent who had increased durability, super strength and speed when he ‘amped up’, getting his adrenaline levels to spike.
“Where, Gary, where?” Bill asked impatiently, touching Gary’s shoulder.
“Don’t,” said Gary. “I don’t like to be touched. It’s my space. My personal space.”
Bill let go. Gary flicked hands in the air, moving his fingers like he was moving things around a touch screen. “There. East. 3rd and Central. It’s parked. It’s not moving anymore.”
“Alright you guys, get a move-on,” said Dr. Rosen.
Gary stood up. “I get to drive.” Gary couldn’t drive but always said he wanted to.
“No,” said Dr. Rosen. “No, we need you here, Gary. The rest of you, go.”
The team, minus Dr. Rosen and Gary, quickly made their way out of the room and headed out to the car. “Why do I have to stay here?” asked Gary.
“We need you here. In case something comes up.” Dr. Rosen got up and walked out of the room also.
Gary was pretty sure Dr. Rosen was lying. Probably Dr. Rosen didn’t think Gary had recovered yet. Gary was thrown into a prison meant specifically for Alphas and had a chip inserted into him that turned off his abilities. When they found him and his chip was deactivated, he had withdrawn into himself. It had taken him a while to regain his routines that made him socially functional. Gary thought himself back to normal, normal for him at least.
He sat back in his chair and watched the airwaves. He looked at people on the phone and videos from surveillance cameras. He looked at the clock. It was 2:12. He’d have to wait a few minutes to use the bathroom – he didn’t like to go on the 3’s or the 8’s on the clock.
“I get to drive” Gary said to himself.