The S.Q.U.A.D.

6:30 am

The sounds of June's snoring reverberated from one end of the retired charter bus to the other. Her breath blurred the window her face rested beside. An electric alarm clock buzzed on the floor beside her, disturbing her sleep and halting the loud unsettling snores. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning. The buzzing stopped as an automated voice announced "It is six-thirty a.m. November ninth two-thousand seventy-five-"

"Thanks, clock. Reset." June commanded glancing around. The bus was silent now.

She continued on with her routine: freshening up in the bathroom, plugging in her coffee maker, and unlocking the wrist phone she stole five years ago. She loved that slender machine more than anything. Taking it from the insanely rich elder woman had earned her the scar that adorned her shoulder. Who knew 90 year olds could be so quick and violent?

"Open Google," She commanded. The lilac screen morphed before her eyes. "Search archive file 99324BI suspects classified." She waited for the black screen that came next. 'Error' it read. Naturally, the government wouldn't make it so easy.

"Decode?" Her watch asked.

"Of course," She answered. Its normal for people to speak to their devices in 2075. Everyone had compatible responsive wrist phones that could do nearly everything for them. What made June special was that her gene gave the device life. More specifically she could give anything  with a computer a nearly spiritual connection to her mind. She becomes one with the computers. An unheard of and unique gene.

She and every living human on the glob has the gene  wether it is dominate or not.  After more than a century of global warming the atmosphere changed dramatically, creating a new compound made with unknown radioactive elements of the periodic table. It finished infiltrating the air by 2037, growing exponentially then halting in 2059. Oxygen now contains somewhere between thirty and eighty percent of the compound commonly called gene air. The gene first appeared in newborns around 2030. Since then the world, especially America, adjusted quickly to the "new human" and the insane combination of traits they possessed. Scientist discovered the gene  immediately, but to this day don't fully understand it.

The gene could make a human immune to fire, a hundred times faster, louder than a sonic bomb, flexible, anything really. People went from reading about superheroes in comic books to reading about them in the daily news and they loved it. For many the gene was recessive even in 5th generation post-gene air  families. Where gene air  contaminated more than seventy percent of the local oxygen humans tend to have the dominate gene. That was nearly all anyone knew.

The screen finally changed displaying the codes and process behind unlocking the classified file. The goverment could hide things well, but hardly well enough to stop June's gene abilities. Her combined mind and the computer's intelligance made them nearly unstoppable. Nearly. 'Access of 99324BI not authorized' the watch read. Every time, June shook her head in discouragement.

"Note attempt number 574? Reattempt later?" The watch phone asked.

"I dunno, Watch. I feel like we're missing something. How close did we get before the lock out?"

"My calculations predict 85%."

What could be missing?  She rubbed her neck and stretched.

"Most likely identification."

"Yeah. I know." She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you shut down for a while."

"Are you sure? 1 unviewed message from Kat."

The coffee maker beeped twice as the green light ontop blicked. "Play," She commanded crawling towards the cabinets and searching for a mug. A short video appeared on the tablet mountated above the kitchenette.

"Hey, girl! Its been a miniute. Come swing by tonight at the Shinanagin. I know you don't have anything better to do," Kat practically yelled into the watch phone she used to record herself. The wind nearly blew her blonde wig away. Judging from the backgroud noise she was downtown, not far from June's bus. "I promise no heroes this time, okay? No worries!" She smiled, her signature diamond tooth glistening and the screen blacken again.

"Delete message and enter sleep mode." A single bloop  sounded and she was alone. June watched the coffee fill her thrifted polka dot mug. It was nearly as dark as she, and it smelled like her favorite combination of hazenut and chocolate. What am I missing?