Alex walked off his body temperature rising and he could smell his sneakers burning, he started running to the massive hanger that he had housed his smaller jet in. He opened his cockpit and pressed the button labeled Exit. The large doors opened up and he ignited his arms, he built up fireballs in his hands and launched them outside into the sky, he watched them collide in the sky and grinned a little bit as he built up two slightly larger ones and launched them into the sky. He continued to do so and his shirt slowly burned as he continued throwing fire into the sky in an attempt to entertain himself as well as finish his bout of anger. He kept launching them into the sky bigger and brighter eventually his speed picked up and his mind wandered into random places. He thought about the blind girl, about the pissed off wolf man, the kid with lightening on his chest, his mind just kept wandering. He kept throwing until he felt exhaustion take over, he fell to one knee and steadied himself with one hand then let the other knee hit the floor too. He rested on his knees his arms hung limply at his sides and the fires sputtered out, he let himself rest and then recovered after a couple minutes. He stood and looked at his burned shirt and frowned, he walked over to his small jet and pressed the Exit button once more and the doors closed. Alex continued back to his room passing by some of his teammates back in the main area he walked into the housing section of the base and found his labeled room and tore his shirt off and tossed it in the trash then pulled a fresh one from his still unpacked suitcase. He sat on his bed and pushed his hair back away from his face then sighed.

"That could have gone better," Alex said to himself. After moping about for a bit in his room he walked back out into the hall way and then into the living room, he sat on a couch and looked for the remote for a second he couldnt find it anywhere obvious and began flipping couch cushions and searching under things.