The special ops team, specializing in all things superhero, alien, and otherwise powerful beings, got a call that early spring morning alerting them to a possible new supe in the wilds near the Oregon coast. The team drove a high-tech jet to the reported spot. The team organizer and leader was a man in his late thirties with a full head of nearly grey hair and hard black eyes. His second, and pilot, was a Native American woman in her late twenties with black braids and beautiful amber eyes. The rest of the team consisted of two scientists, a tech woman, and two combat specialists. When the team found a spot nearby to land their plane, it barely made a sound, the trees hardly rustled and the birds continued their chatter. But a ways in the forest, on the edge of a small lake, their subject heard them coming, heard them land, and rose to meet them on steady feet.