Vincent Ferrara sat in his office. One of the few perks of being the head of a secret organization was that he got a big office. His desk was a curved masterpiece of hand-carved mahogany with brass handles. On the opaque glass wall opposite him was his office door and his flatscreen TV, which was almost always on the news, just in case any of their media operatives missed anything. On the wall to his right was a peaceful waterfall built into the construction, with a fake plastic cliffside along each end of the fall. The rest of his room was one long curved wall. Despite P.A.R.A.'s headquarters being a building shaped like a giant glass cube, there wasn't a single square or rectangular room in the building. That was because studies had found such rooms counter-productive; they prevented the proper flow of energy. Director Ferrara had a few files at his desk, but most everything was on his computer. Another perk; P.A.R.A. received technology three years ahead of what was commercially available. He liked his job, he liked his office, and he liked his sharp navy blue suit. What he did not like was what he knew would be arriving at any moment today. Suddenly a very small window appeared on his computer. In it was an anime woman's face with small eyes and long dark hair. "Attention, Director Ferrara," the picture said in an even, emotionless voice. "Satellites have located the bus. It will arrive in 10 minutes, 27 seconds. Would you like me to inform the lobby?" A.N.N.I. was P.A.R.A.'s artificial intelligence computer. Her job was to monitor every form of communication on the planet - a task too great for people. Her programming was specifically to search for unusual cases to investigate; she couldn't access any of the building's security system. "What does the EMF look like?" he asked the computer. "No change in the local electro-magnetic field." "Inform Security then. Don't want these new recruits shot on the first day," he ordered. He didn't like these new recruits. Some of them were normal people who had served their country. He had no problem with them. But some of them were freaks. Recruiting Anomalies hadn't been his idea. It was the fault of Dr. Landel, who had gone over his head to study the phenomenon of supernaturally affected people. "Get Dr. Landel up there, too. This was her idea, afterall." "Apologies, Director Ferrara," A.N.N.I. replied, "but Dr. Landel is currently unavailable. She is in the Artifact Room." "What's she doing there?" "She is utilizing your permission to view the item designated 'The Rock.' Her experiment is not yet finished." Out of all the items kept in the Artifact Room, The Rock probably made P.A.R.A. agents most nervous. It had been in government custody for ninty years, and they still knew almost nothing about it. Ferrara sighed. "Alright. Find Crossfire, then. Most of the recruits have already met him." "Yes, Director Ferrara." The anime woman was off of his computer. Director Ferrara then opened a file, and observed on video as the pale blue bus drove down the street.