"Alright! We will proceed as if O'Brian wasn't here!" Mr. Bené said valiantly as the students began their monthly physical examinations.

As the students prepared themselves for the exam, O'Brian sat nonchalantly in the distance towards the other side of the bleachers. Using his right hand to softly adjust his spectacles, he carefully examined the students, taking note of their every move onto his holographic notepad.

"Ok then it's time for the sprint! Aaaand As usual, we're going to run 50 miles" Mr. Bené yelled.

The students toed the line ready for the run into the forest that had been secured for the school.

"Ready? Go!" Mr Bené yelled

"Great job everyone! Lance has set a new personal best with a time of 9 minutes and 55 seconds with a top speed of 350 mph!

Axel meanwhile drooped his head, reading the analytics from his run on his fit watch. He had finished last with a time he didn't even bother recording.

"I though today would be the day…" He thought

"Ok class it's time for lifting!" Mr. Bené announced. "Grab a bench and show us what you;ve got!"

Axel sat back on the bleachers dreading the coming of his turn.

"You're going down Lance! I've been practicing all month" Reggie gloated. "Did you see Ax during O'Brian's test? Who knows? You might be sharing third place with him soon" Reggie laughed grabbing his sides.

Lance's patience was already low from his back and forth with Axel, and with that last comment could control himself no longer.

"Keep talking and you'll be sharing a hospital bed with him!" He yelled arrogantly.

Upon receiving Lance's fuming glare of animosity, Regis's eyes popped open and his pupils began to dilate.

"Uhhh" moaned Reggie.

Falling to his knees quickly losing strength, he flopped to the ground as if he had just received a hard blow to the stomach. Rocking back and forth on the ground he struggled to keep his consciousness before fully collapsing.

"What's wrong Reggie?" said Mr. Bené as everyone crowded around him.

"Someone… please help…" he barely squeaked as his face slowly turned blue from lack of oxygen.

Mr. Bené turned around eyeing Lance who stood beside Reggie, seemingly uninterested in his suffocation.

"Lance this isn't your doing is it!" Mr. Bené barked.

Lance simply shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

"I…. ..ms …b. ..he ..n …en" Reggie uttered with the last of his strength.

"What?"

"I….. Must…. Be… in heaven… I… don't believe it….Lance Nozuka.... Just talked to me."

Lance face palmed himself again. Had he just socialized with someone whose perspective on life was a complete joke? Even worse, now he had been on the receiving end of one.

"This is all your fault you blue haired idiot! Now my guard is down for good! People are going to think they're friends with me or something!" He thought

"HAHAHA" the class roared.

"I'm not even gonna bother lifting today," Axel thought, remembering the last time. He had barely been strong enough to lift the bar without weight on it.

"Looks like PB is on top again at 10,000 lb!, followed by Reggie and Lance who are deadlocked at 8,000."

"Yehhhh! Take that air head!" Reggie yelled at Lance.

"And last but not least of course is our school's record is held by B who isn't here for this month at 1st place for 20,000 lb."

"PB? B?" O'Brian questioned, confused by the names. "Do they have real names?"

"Why of course" Mr. Bené answered "Is that a holographic notepad you have there!"

"Why yes it is" O'Brian said, expanding the resolution of the notebook. With the snap of his fingers 3 large turquoise panels floated around his head in a ring. As he scrolled through the panel closest to view the sound of digital data processing hummed through the air

"Wow the technology the SPA has access to is really something else!" Mr. Bené remarked gawking at the floating panels.

"Yes I suppose to an area such as this it is a marvel but almost everyone in the agency has some type of holographic notepad" O'Brian admitted. "What were the names of those students again? I can;t find them in the roster" O'Brian asked

"Pb is Peter Brown and... well as for B…. Well I think I'll just point it out to you…. best not to say that name out loud."

Mr. Bené walked over to O'Brian's holographic workstation and after a few moments of scrolling pinpointed B's name on the virtual board.

"Oh? That's quite a nice name", O'Brian remarked, "Why can't I say it out loud?"

"Trust me" Mr. Bené said wearily, "That's a name you never want to say out loud, even the principal wouldn't dare to try it."

O'Brian stared back at Mr. Bené clearly confused by the point he was trying to make.

"Let's just say this is one of those "chaotic" situations you mentioned earlier" Mr. Bené said shrugging his shoulders. "One that may seem normal, but could definitely cause a heart to stop."

"Fair enough," O'Brian answered, taking note of the interaction on his pin pad. "I think I've unleashed enough chaos for one day"

"I'm not even gonna bother lifting today" he thought reflecting on his top lift of a meager 500 pounds.

"Ok everyone time for the final challenge!" Mr. Bené said.

In the background, seemingly forgotten by the students O'Brian was taking notes on his notepad. He briefly stopped after Lances fit of rage hearing the weights slam onto the rack. As Lance walked back into the crowd he gave him a sinister grin before returning to his work.

"Ok class! Now it's time to put your money where your mouth is." Mr. Bené said rallying the students up.

"You've ran your time trials, performed various bodyweight exercises and also preformed your heaviest lift for O'Brian. Now it's time show us your power! You've had a month to collect yourselves, so show us what you've been doing. It's time to show the S.P.A what we are capable of. "

Axel's mouth began to sink into his stomach, he hated this part. Every month he displayed his powers for his class only to be the laughing stalk of the school.

"Reggie you first since you're going to talk about how good your display is until you get the chance".

"Ok everyone give me one sec". Reggie said willingly. He galloped to the edge of the field grabbing a practice dummy and placed it in front of him.

"Ok guys I have managed to do the unthinkable." Reggie snickered.

"You do the unthinkable?" Mr. Bené laughed "Really now? Who'd have guessed?"

"I've managed to solve my problem of having limited range!" He said taking a small canister out of his pocket.

"With this canister on my shoulder I can compress air and fire it at will! I call it the "Reggie Canon" He said, jamming the canister into an empty slot on his arm. He shot a look at Lance before proceeding on.

"Thanks buddy" he chimed.

Looks of confusion washed over the crowd of students. Reggie and Lance had been talking all day, but were they really buds?

Lance was scowling in his seat. A month ago he had done the same trick with his power.

Lance had the power to control the wind. He could create powerful gusts with the thrust of his arms, or elegantly ascend through the air in flight.

In a demonstration last month he created a small pocket of air which he fully compressed and released on his opponents. He had named it the "Wind canon". It had only been a month but it seemed Reggie had figured out how it worked and was going to implement his own version with his bionic arm. The irritating part was the fact that he knew Reggie had made up this move to deliberately copy him. With the power of magnetism in his arsenal Reggie had no need for this move other than to copy Lance.

ERRMMMMMMMMMM!

Reggie booted up the device and it started to hum.

"First my arm sucks in air from the surroundings."

Reggie flipped a switch on his arm and it began to suck up air filling the field with the sound of a vacuum turning on.

"Now that I've built up the air, I can compress it using my powers of magnetism and fire it like so."

A giant metal rod began to slowly force its way out of his arm as the sound of the vacuum came to a cease. The metal rod slowly edged itself out, one inch at a time, making a loud clicking sound for each inch until it had expanded a foot out of Regis arm.

When the clicking had finally stopped, Reggie pulled back on the rod with all his might.

"Yeeeeehaw!" He yelled as he cranked the metal bar.

The bar didn't bunch

"What?" Reggie yelled "It seemed I don't have enough strength to unlock the mechanism while holding the air in place! Mr. Bené can you help me out!"

Shaking his head in despair, Mr. Bené slowly approached Reggie. "I know I'm going to regret this" He sighed, placing his hand onto Regis arm.

"1 2 3-"

BOOOOOM!

The device boomed with power catapulting Reggie hundreds of feet backward and causing Mr. Bené's hair to stand up like he'd been in a tornado.

"HAHAH IT WOOOORKKEDD!" Reggie beamed as he drifted across the field smashing into a pile of equipment.

"Next… for God's sake" Mr. Bené muttered as he slowly walked back to the crowd.

"I'll be brief" said Lance as he walked up to the dummy. "Also you may want to cover your ears."

"Great", said Mr. Bené sarcastically, "Another wind guy, I'm gonna stand over here this time."

Mr. Bené walked over right next to O'Brian, smiling at his newfound haven from the shrapnel his students were producing.

Lance stood back and started to focus his power. The practice field became so quiet that only the gentle breeze of the wind and the buzzing of the birds could be heard. Everyone both fan and foe on the bleachers was sitting at the edge of their seat awaiting Lances next move.

"Focus" Lance thought "It all starts with….. One breath" He said taking in a breath of fresh air.

Taking in a deep breath and Lance went into a meditative state as he closed his eyes channeling his energy.

As he channeled a torrent of air whirled around everyone blowing viciously across the field. The grass and trees rippled as wind passed through, flowing in sync with the long green strands of Lances hair.

Though everyone was being blown back, he gracefully crouched, assuming a sprinting position but had placed one hand behind his back and the other around his waist.

After a few moments Lance quickly sprang to his feet and ran straight at the dummy jumping into the air. Seemingly about to crash into the dummy's head, Lance came inches away from contact before seemingly disappearing.

A second later a blast fired into the dummy tearing it apart and blowing it to smithereens as he appeared behind it.

Team Lance cheered and hollered with excitement at Lance's newest display of eloquence. Meanwhile many of the boys grunted or acted as if they hadn't seen his technique.