Thomas followed Trevor's directions perfectly this time. At the Public Relations office, he met a polite young woman with a delicate scar on her neck, partially hidden by a stylish high-collared uniform.
She helped him process his paperwork with professional efficiency. At the Resources Department, however, he encountered a sour, elderly superhero who looked like he'd rather be burying Thomas than equipping him.
Regardless of the attitude, Thomas walked away with a heavy backpack containing three official uniforms, a sturdy field kit, and a gleaming metallic badge that officially designated him as a D-rank Investigator of the SA.
Finally, hunger won out over curiosity. He found the cafeteria—a massive, vaulted hall that could have seated a thousand people. It was mostly empty, the few superheroes present scattered like islands in a stone sea.
