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After completing the paperwork, everyone received official FBI consultant credentials and related equipment, including communication equipment, standard weapons, and emergency medical kits.

“You are now officially FBI Special Counsel,” Lynn announced. “Welcome to this family.”

It was already noon when all the formalities were completed. Lynn checked her watch. "Let's go have lunch now. I know a really good place."

He led his team to an Italian restaurant near the branch office. It was a warm and inviting family-style restaurant with simple yet cozy decor and paintings of Italian landscapes hanging on the walls.

“The pasta here is fantastic,” Lynn recommended. “I often eat here with Marcus and Carmen.”

The six of them sat around a large table, the first time they had gathered together in such a relaxed environment. There were no tense tasks, no life-threatening dangers, just enjoying lunch like ordinary friends.

“It feels surreal,” Chen Kai said, glancing at the menu. “Just a few days ago we were fighting a life-or-death battle, and now we’re ordering pasta here.”

“That’s life,” Emily smiled. “A mix of peaceful and tense moments.”

“Speaking of living arrangements,” Lynn put down the menu, “have you all decided where you’ll be staying? If you need help finding accommodation, I’d be happy to assist.”

“Actually, we do need help,” Sarah admitted. “Most of us aren’t familiar with New York, and people with superpowers might encounter some unique problems renting apartments.”

"What's the problem?" Lynn asked.

“For example, my electromagnetic abilities sometimes interfere with electronic devices,” Michael explained. “I need to find a place that won’t affect the neighbors.”

“My healing abilities sometimes produce a faint glow,” Emily added. “If the neighbors saw it, they might have questions.”

“There are also security concerns,” Carlos said. “We’ve been involved in such an important mission; there’s a possibility someone might try to retaliate.”

Lynn nodded in understanding. "These are all reasonable concerns. I have an idea: perhaps you could live in the same area. That would be convenient for work and you could look after each other."

“Do you have any suggestions?” Sarah asked.

“I know a place,” Lynn said. “There’s an apartment building on the Upper West Side. The owner is a friend of the FBI, and he rents it out specifically to law enforcement officers. It’s very safe there, and they’re quite understanding of special needs.”

The waiter then came to take their order. Lynn recommended several signature dishes, and each person chose different pasta dishes and side dishes. While waiting for their food, they continued to discuss their accommodation.

"What's so special about this building?" Michael asked curiously.

“First, it has a good shielding system to prevent electromagnetic interference from leaking out,” Lynn explained. “Second, there is 24-hour security, and the security personnel are experienced in handling special situations. Most importantly, the residents understand each other and are not overly curious about unusual phenomena.”

“It sounds like a good fit for us,” Chen Kai said with interest.

“Then let’s go take a look after we finish eating,” Lynn suggested.

The food arrived quickly, and the atmosphere at the table became more relaxed. Everyone began sharing their backstories and their expectations for their new jobs and lives.

“I wanted to be a doctor when I was a kid,” Emily said, “but I never imagined I’d be working for law enforcement this way.”

“I used to be a freelance programmer,” Michael said, eating. “I worked mostly from home and rarely interacted with people. This is my first time having formal teamwork experience.”

“I served in the military for eight years,” Carlos shared, “but I didn’t know I had superpowers then. After discovering them, I didn’t know how to use them. It wasn’t until I met you all that I understood these abilities could be used to help others.”

“We’ve all gone through a lot of changes,” Sarah observed, “but I think it’s a good change. We’ve found a sense of belonging, and we’ve found the right way to use our abilities.”

“Yes,” Lynn agreed, “and we found each other. A true team is not just about working together, but also about supporting each other in life.”

After the meal, Lynn led everyone to the apartment building he had recommended. It was a 20-story modern building located in a quiet neighborhood with parks and shops nearby, making it a very convenient place to live.

The building's owner is a retired senior FBI agent named Robert Green, who rents the building specifically to law enforcement officers and related workers.

“Lynn!” Mr. Green greeted them warmly. “I started preparing after receiving your call. I heard these are your new teammates?”

“Yes, they just joined our special team,” Lynn explained. “They need to find a safe and secure place to stay.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place,” Mr. Green said proudly. “This building was specifically designed for law enforcement and has many special security features.”

He led everyone on a tour of the building. The building's security was indeed very tight, with multiple verification systems, a surveillance network, and well-trained security personnel. More importantly, each apartment had special soundproofing and electromagnetic shielding designs.

“These apartments are designed to prevent sound and electromagnetic wave leakage,” Mr. Green explained. “If you need to conduct any special exercises or work, it won’t affect other residents.”

They first looked at a two-bedroom apartment on the twelfth floor. It was spacious, modernly decorated, and most importantly, offered excellent privacy.

“I like this,” Sarah said. “It’s quiet, and there’s plenty of space to practice my skills.”

Next, they looked at a studio apartment on the fifteenth floor. The design was simple and practical, making it particularly suitable for a tech expert like Michael.

“The electrical system in this room is very advanced,” Michael said, inspecting the electronic equipment, “and there’s a dedicated technical work area.”

Emily chose an apartment on the thirteenth floor, which had great natural light, suitable for her therapy work, and a space that could be converted into a small medical room.

Chen Kai and Carlos chose apartments on the fourteenth and sixteenth floors respectively. Both had enough space for physical training, and the floors were not far apart, making it convenient for them to contact each other.

"Regarding the rent," Mr. Green explained, "considering the special nature of your work, I will offer a very favorable price. Furthermore, if you need to leave temporarily for work, the lease term can be adjusted at any time."

“That’s wonderful,” Emily said gratefully. “This solves a big problem for us.”

The rental process went smoothly. Mr. Green clearly had a good understanding of the special needs of people with superpowers; the contract even included provisions to protect against accidental damage caused by the use of abilities.

“Now you all have new homes,” Lynn said contentedly. “Tomorrow we can go shopping together for some necessities and truly make these places a home.” “Lynn, thank you for everything you’ve done for us,” Sarah said sincerely. “You’re not just our captain, you’re like our friend and family.”

“Yes,” the others echoed, “we are so lucky to have met you.”

“That’s only right,” Lynn replied. “Team members should look out for each other. And, to be honest, I’m very happy to have teammates like you.”

As evening fell, everyone began moving into their new apartments under Mr. Green's arrangement. Although they didn't have much luggage, everyone was excited to have their own place to live.

"This is the first time I've ever had my own home in New York," Chen Kai said, standing by the window looking at the city's night view. "It feels surreal."

“I understand that feeling,” Lynn said. “I felt the same way when I first came to New York. It’s a big city, and sometimes it can be lonely, but it’s also full of opportunities and possibilities.”

“Most importantly, we’re not alone,” Emily added. “We have each other.”

To celebrate everyone moving into their new home, Lynn suggested holding a small gathering at the downstairs café. This café, also owned by Mr. Green, regularly serves the building's residents.

“Today is a new beginning,” Lynn raised her coffee cup, “a toast to our new home, our new job, and our new friendships.”

"Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses together.

In the coffee shop, they continued chatting about various topics, from work plans to personal interests, from life in New York to their expectations for the future. The atmosphere was relaxed, like a group of old friends having a get-together.

“We need to come up with a detailed work plan tomorrow,” Lynn said, “but let’s enjoy this moment tonight.”

“We will be a great team,” Sarah said confidently. “I can feel a strong connection between us.”

“Yes,” Michael agreed, “Although we have different abilities and backgrounds, we share common goals and values.”

“Protecting the innocent and upholding justice,” Carlos concluded, “is the meaning of our existence.”

“And there’s mutual support and growing together,” Emily added.

As night deepened, everyone began preparing to return to their new apartments. Before parting, Lynn left her personal contact information with each person.

“If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime,” Lynn emphasized. “I’m happy to help with anything, not just work-related matters, but any problem in your life.”

“Me too,” Sarah responded on behalf of everyone. “We are a team, a family.”

Five days later, in the early morning mist that had not yet completely dissipated in Lower Manhattan, Lynn's cell phone suddenly rang with a piercing emergency ringtone. He sat up in bed and saw the FBI emergency hotline displayed on the screen.

“Agent Lynn Hall,” he answered the phone immediately.

“Lynn, this is dispatch center,” a tense voice came from the other end of the phone. “We need your special team to get to Nova Technologies in Manhattan’s Financial District immediately. There’s been a very unusual robbery there.”

"What kind of robbery?" Lynn asked as he put on his clothes.

"According to witnesses, the suspect possesses spider-like abilities, capable of crawling on building surfaces, and uses some kind of spider silk-like substance as a weapon and means of transportation," the dispatcher explained. "But unlike the legendary Spider-Man, this person wears a black suit and behaves extremely violently."

Lynn's heart sank. Since the special task force was formed, they had never encountered such an obvious case of supernatural crime. "Were there any casualties?"

"Three security personnel were injured, one seriously," the dispatcher continued to report. "The suspect stole the company's latest quantum processor prototype and related technical documents."

“We’re on our way,” Lynn confirmed. “We’ll inform the other departments not to enter the site until our professional team arrives.”

After hanging up the phone, Lynn immediately contacted the other team members. Since they all lived in the same building, the assembly was quick. Fifteen minutes later, all six team members had gathered at the assembly point on the first floor of the building.

“The situation is urgent,” Lynn briefly explained. “We’ve encountered our first real supernatural crime. A suspect with spider-like abilities has robbed Nova Technologies.”

“Spider-like abilities?” Sarah frowned and asked, “You mean the legendary Spider-Man?”

“No, based on the description, this person's behavior pattern is completely different,” Lynn shook his head, “and he was wearing a black uniform and was extremely violent. We need to be prepared for danger.”

“I’ve heard of Nova Technologies,” Michael added. “They specialize in cutting-edge quantum computing technology, and if their research falls into the wrong hands, the consequences could be dire.”

“Let’s go then,” Emily said, checking the medical kit. “If anyone needs treatment, I can help immediately.”

The team traveled to the scene in two FBI vehicles. Novartis was located in a modern 30-story office building, occupying floors 25 through 28. When they arrived, the area around the building was already cordoned off by police, and ambulances and fire trucks were parked on the street.

“This is the scene,” Lynn said, surveying the surroundings. “Be careful; we don’t know if the suspect is still nearby.”

New York Police Department Captain Mike Smith approached and shook hands with Lynn. "It's a pleasure to see the professional team from the FBI," Captain Smith said. "This case truly required your expertise."

"Could you tell me more about the situation?" Lynn asked.

“At 3:20 a.m., we received a report from Nova Technologies,” Smith began. “The suspect climbed directly up to the 26th floor from the building's exterior wall and broke in through a window. The entire incident was captured on the building's external security cameras.”

"Are the surveillance videos still there?" Michael asked anxiously.

“Yes, we have secured all the surveillance equipment,” Smith replied. “You can check it anytime. But I must warn you, the footage is shocking.”

Lynn nodded. "Let's review the video first, then examine the scene."

They entered the building and went to the security control room. The security supervisor was a middle-aged man named John Parker, whose left hand was bandaged, clearly injured in the attack. (End of Chapter)