Adam was in luck. "Let us know if you need back, up. Tenebrous out." came the response from the leader but backup was probably not necessary.
It had been a schoolyard fight. A couple of pumped up preteen boys had been picking at a couple of pro-mutant girls their own age to get a rise out of them. One of them had paniced and melted her own soda bottle. The boys had yelled freak and took off running. There was nothing really to break up, just a crying twelve year old girl with melted plastic on her favourite twilight shirt.