Shane swayed as the elevator jolted. He almost took the guy who looked to be the smart ass of the group seriously, but was able to catch on in time. Everyone seemed to be waiting for what happened next when the elevator came to a stop at what was perhaps the cheeriest welcoming party he had ever seen.
Walking with the rest of the group, he squeezed onto the platform with the guards. When the platform dropped away, he was caught in the tide away from it. What hedid see of it was breathtaking though. Edging away from the ledge, they were surprised when the doors that could block tanks irised opened, displaying a scene of chaos.
With that visual, Shane reevaluated his assumptions about the school yet again. When the woman had first come into the room, he had feared that the status wuo would be some kind of 24/7 police state, which had then slowly become more optimistic when she started throwing numbers around. After all, if 700,000 superpowered kids didn't tear the station apart, then they would have to be doing something good, right? Now he guessed that "order" took on a diferent paradigm. This one relied on mostly self regulation, using extreme violence on anything that stuck out, no questions asked. Pure anarchy.
He started listing out the kinds of people he would need to start a revolution. You would need... tech guys, empaths, muscle, monitors, and someone to take the helm. One of those, at least, was filled out by him.