Light clicking sounded from the train as it steadily moved along its track.

The passengers, thoroughly used to the noise and movement associated with the commute paid it no mind, engrossing themselves with books and cellphones. One woman stood, holding onto the handrail for support. Her general height made her lumber slightly over the seated passengers as she swiped through news articles on her phone.

“Did you hear the news?” A man next to her asked. She politely tucked her phone away into her pocket and turned towards him, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s pretty vague” she told him, somewhat flatly. “Could mean anything.”

“I meant with the stricter regulations!” He responded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat.

“I’m well aware of them.” The woman said, taking a second to quickly glance at the screen by the doors of the train to check for her stop. It was coming up soon, thank god. “My company is having mandatory screenings today.”

The man seemed a little put off by that, and he scuffed his foot on the train’s floor for a moment. “Well, I think it’s right. Catch those mentalists in their tracks.” He said, a grand air of superiority coming off of him in waves with the confidence of someone convinced what they were doing was morally right. “Come to think of it, if any of them tried to hurt a pretty lady such as yourself I would knock them dead!”

“I’ll keep that in mind the next time someone sets my house on fire.” She responded promptly. Lights flashed above them and the pleasant beeping of train reaching a stop played. The woman grabbed her backpack off its position by her feet and deftly walked through the train doors, successfully ignoring the man’s pleas for her number.

Rolling her eyes, she placed her commuter card on the ticket booth which allowed her access to the train station outside. It was a relatively nice autumn day, the sky was clear and the son shone brightly but the winds were brisk, and as the woman walked she was glad she decided to bring her coat. As she neared the building of her workplace she stopped, hearing a large commotion coming from a few buildings ahead of her.

Two police officers were escorting another woman outside from a taller building, two more officers followed the procession with large guns, eyeing the scene warily. The woman was handcuffed, and her arms had to be restrained from the first two cops as she kicked wildly around. She was short and chubby but seemed to posses an usually strong enough will to even attempt fleeing past the officer's grasp.

“Let me go, I’m not a fucking criminal!” She screamed, whipping her head around so violently that the parts in her long black plait were loose and coming undone, with free hairs following her movement. “I'm a scientist! I didn’t kill anyone!”

The police officers chose to completely ignore her, walking steadily onwards towards a large black van. When the woman realized realized that kicking wasn’t going to do anything, she went completely limp and the officers nearly fell down with the sudden influx of her weight.

The woman from the train station watched the scene unfold with furrowed eyebrows, knowing that what she was seeing upset her but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. The other woman was likely recently evicted from either her apartment or job during a genetic screening. It was a common scene of the past few weeks, anyone working in the government was first, immediately being fired if they tested likely. Next was anyone who tried to apply for university, jobs, housing, anything really. Now it was anyone in jobs, universities, over half of the country's population was being tested for dormant superhuman activity.

One of the officers noticed the woman staring, and she quickly averted her eyes, not wishing to start a fight with someone so heavily armed.