Up early, like usual, Jason was already in combat gear and battle ready before most men were even awake. Idly pondering the phenomena while eating his "breakfast" of nutrient bars and water. Jason was sure it had something to do with his powers, but he didn't know how turning people to dust correlated to being fully functional with only several hours of sleep. Deciding it wasn't important Jason finished his meal and did a quick prayer before heading to the command room. 

Jason noticed as he stood straight that there were many other soldiers with him, weather or not they were like him was a mystery. There was even a woman here with them, a shame really. War is no thing for a woman, with a hint of sadness he brushed it off. These were dire times indeed. While waiting for his commanding officer to start his briefing Jason decided to take a moment and double check his equipment. 

Thompson... check, ammo... check, grenades... check, and powers. With a quick flex of his fingers an orange bolt of electricity arced between them, slightly disintegrating the fringe of his finger less gloves. Satisfied Jason said "Check" and patiently waited for the mission briefing to start.