"Go get them," Miller ordered and punched the 'off' button on the government SAT phone.   His driver glanced at him in the rear view mirror.

            "Is that a wise idea," the driver asked.

            "I am tired of pandering to spoiled children just because they have 'powers'," Miller snapped.

            "What if they put up a fight?”

            Miller shook his head "They won't, they're a couple of bleeding hearts, just look how they reacted in Paris."

            "They weren't being confronted in their own home."

            "The pick-up team knows what they are doing and they've got the firepower to enforce the order," Miller gazed out the window at the passing Mission Bay, dismissing the subject from his mind.