Maryland.
U.S. Security Department Headquarters.
People clocked in and went to work as usual. One staff member arrived at the special detention block and greeted his colleague. "Buddy, how's that super hero who runs really fast doing?"
The other staff member took a sip of coffee and chuckled. "He's being obedient. Really, aside from running fast, his abilities are nothing special. He's afraid of electric shocks and bullets. His strength is ordinary, and he's only average in a fight. He can't cut through steel plates. Locked in a cell, he can only behave himself.
But this guy is a diehard. He still hasn't said where those gene serums went. The boss said he'd ask higher up later and get ready to use some methods on him."
"Torture? But he's a super hero."
"Heh, not anymore. He's just a criminal, no different from any other superpowered criminal. The higher-ups want to know exactly who he sold those gene serums to so they can devise the proper countermeasures."
Just as the two were chatting, a thunderous boom suddenly rang out. The wall of the neighboring cell was instantly blasted open with a huge hole. Once the dust settled, the two men stared in shock at a figure standing there in a blue bodysuit and red cape.
"Ah! It's Homelander!"
The two staff members screamed in fright.
They had just turned to run when Homelander flashed before them. He grabbed one by each throat and lifted them into the air. They were powerless to resist, their faces flushing red as their legs kicked instinctively.
Crack!
With a slight movement of his fingers, Homelander coldly killed them both.
He found A-Train through the surveillance footage. A-Train was listlessly lying on his bed at the moment. Homelander smiled faintly. "Cell 16, level two underground. I