"MY NAME IS ALEX HAMILTON. AND THERE'S A MILLION THINGS I HAVEN'T DONE, JUST YOU WAIT. JUST YOU WAIII-." A slap from Jefferson was all it took to silence Alex who was screaming his ass off.

I sighed softly at the awkward silence that followed. Gallant's shiny form was simply on his phone as he had tuned out Alex's screaming a little while ago. Jefferson simply grabbed one of my combs out of his pocket and began styling his hair again. It had miraculously grown back surprisingly fast after Alex had ripped out certain chunks during their fight at Arcadia.

"Soooo, what's your power?" Gallant said casually as he looked up from his phone.

"Uh-" Alex cut me off.

"DON'T TELL HIM THAT YOU CAN SUMMON US WITHOUT A LAWYER OR GUARDIAN PRESENT TAYLOR!" I could hear Jefferson's mouth drop to the floor as I glared at Alex.

This...idiot was one of our nation's Founding Fathers? The one who helped form America as we know it today? An actual lawyer?

Gallant gave me a side look and laughed silently. Soon, the van came to a stop and the back doors opened up.

"Please step outside with your hands in front of you. Please cooperate." A PRT trooper said as he held a pair of cuffs.

"MAKE ME ASSHOLE." Alex screamed as Jefferson did as ordered. I slapped the back of his head and got off the van.

"Only these two will be required to wear these." A PRT officer explained to me. His black uniform is a stark contrast to Alex's money green and Jefferson's pimp purple.

"Uh ok." A loud thud sounded behind me. I didn't even have to look to know it was Alex being forced into the cuffs.

"Please follow me." With that, the officer led us to the large scary building that served as the PRT headquarters.

Merica save me.