The Attack Zone
The next day started out with more of the same. Elle and Simone complained after we stuffed ourselves they would put on weight at the rate we were all fueling up.
When breakfast was over, we were told to report to the attack zone. This time, the far end of the room was segmented by clear panels of impenetrable plexi-glass.
"You will each be tested alone," Dad told us from the safety of the lab. "In this way we hope to help you manifest your power more quickly."
We were guided by our own techs to our assigned cube and left there. Once inside, one last clear panel slid down and blocked us completely. I suffered a surge of claustrophobia despite the clear walls and glanced to my left, where Elle stood in her own transparent prison, face pale. I tapped the glass between us
