National security, eh? What kind of crisis is happening then?
"I don't 'spark'. But I'm the one you're looking for."
"Th' hell do you mean by sparky anyway?"
"Sparky. The magic users. They got the name because the first one we found shot lightning from his fingertips. We nicknamed him Zeus. So you're the sorcerer, eh? Weston. Yes, I know all of your names. Looked them up on the ride over. Anyway, lots of people have been popping up with magical powers. I don't mean the trivial stuff, like disembodied sounds or levitation - I mean being able to directly control the elements, imbue things with life, that sort of stuff. It's a threat to national security because some of the sparkies have decided they don't like our country, and are trying to overthrow it and take over, so they can enslave anyone who isn't magical."
"Which brings me to why you're here. I'm going to offer you the same choice that has been offered to every sparky we find: you can either join us, or be locked up in here until we find a way to strip the magic from you, neutralizing the threat. What will it be, Weston? As for your friends, they have the same choice, except declining will result in their memories being wiped and being taken back to their homes. Kind of like the Matrix."
"I... I think we should hurry up and get this over with. As much as I like the sun, I'd rather not get a sunburn before getting an official place of residents in this state."
You guys are indoors, and belowground.