°°° Suspect List °°° Dan and Hela proceeded in silence to the room designed to be the "Sequencing Chambers." The large room was painted white and was almost completely empty. The Genome Chain Sequencer and a transparent tube that could hold a full-grown man are the only occupants. Dan walked over to the tube and punched some keys, and the glass fragmented into the hexagonal shapes associated with bee hives, and in two seconds, they vanished. He stepped forward and placed Andrew in the tube, taking his time to fit him into the humanoid outline the tube had provided, as he had programmed. Once Andrew was within the outline, blue translucent liquids poured into the tube as the hexagonal shapes began to reappear from the bottom of the tube, and transparent bands held him down at his feet, wrists, chest, and forehead, keeping him from falling forward. Dan stepped back, and the tube sealed itself completely, the hexagonal shapes disappearing from the tube’s glass immediately. “Hela, init
°°° First Kill °°° "Oh, sh*t," Gerald struggled to calm himself as D informed him that he was a suspect. “The second would be Hela,” D added. “Why and how am I a target?” Gerald stammered. "Keep calm, bro." If he was sure of your involvement, he’d have told Dan directly. "Keep you calm." "Well, sir, your ability fits into the range of abilities that will permit the sabotage." Other than Dan, you and Hela were the only ones in the sanctuary who could cause such untraceable damage.Scanning through the information Hela had provided concerning your ability and the possible subabilities, I would have immediately marked you as the one responsible, but Hela is a probability-calculating android. She may have calculated the probability that you would be blamed for her actions because you have her probability perception as a subability. “But I can’t find any motive on your part to do that." You were the one that helped Dan discover the problems with his son, so it doesn’t make any sense tha
°°° Deadly Savior Of Mankind °°° Following his command, the pores on the android’s “skin” opened up, releasing the knockout gas stored directly under his “skin” layer. Gerald paced to and fro within the room, darting an annoyed glance at D every now and then, unaware of the gas enveloping the air in the office. He wasn’t scared that D would try to attack him because he was aware of the programs Dan had set up in the android to keep it from directly attacking other lifeforms. Over time, Gerald’s pacing speed dropped, and he began to feel tired and drowsy. Gerald was struggling to stay on his feet and drew a chair, collapsing into it almost immediately. “What… what did you… what did you do to me?” Gerald tried to sound fierce, but all to no avail, as he felt his eyes get heavy with sleep. "D... you... argh... you should stop what you're doing." "As you wish," D grinned and turned off the knockout gas.Rising to his feet with his cruel grin, D walked over to Gerald’s side and massaged
°°° Bigger Fish To Fry °°° "On to the bigger fish to be fried," Dan said with a smile, but Gerald just stared back at him, puzzled.“What? "Why are you staring at me like that?” Dan asked, raising a brow, confused by the look on Gerald’s face. “It’s nothing… it’s nothing… It’s just that I... "I can't get my head around the fact that you're so calm right now," Gerald shook his head slowly. “Calm? I mean, I do this every evening, man. "I always shut him down for the night, so it’s not something new to me,” Dan chuckled softly. “But this time around, it’s not just for the night, is it?” Gerald replied with a low voice. "Dan, I know how much time and effort you put into D, how much work you put in to make him, well, as human as he could be, and all of that was just thrown out the window, man.""If you are alright, then you need psychological help.” “I manipulate perspectives; don’t you think I could make you and the entire earth believe that crazy is the new normal?” Dan laughed and sat
°°° Internal Affairs °°° • Oak Lane, Philadelphia Carlos Wilson’s Residence In the basement of his house, the only place in his house he has been comfortable in since his healing stunt on Kate Sunday evening, Carlos sat in total silence. He looked a bit older than he was, as he had used some of his life force to pull Sean out of the grips of death. He had been using his life force daily, each time he visited Sean. He would slowly undo what damage he could without it being noticeable. He'd been doing this for about a week since returning from the Pittsburgh meeting. He was barely ever at work anymore and had left the repair shop in Malone’s care. Right now, there were just a number of things on his mind: the complete resuscitation of Sean to the point where the medics could continue, and then the issue of a meeting with the Ancient One, a meeting he had requested since the incident but had yet to get a reply. The meeting was one of the reasons why he was always in his basement whe
°°° Gamble °°° Carlos straightened himself up and looked up at the vastness of the dimension, then returned his gaze to the elderly man a couple feet away from him. “So where are we exactly?” Carlos asked. “A border dimension, if you will." One of many, actually. During the truce, both orders divided all the planes and dimensions neither side claimed as a sign of peace, but since the incident with Rector Ray Mathers, the Most Revered Father over Australia, the Cataclysmic Order has been trying to attack our assigned planes and dimensions,” the Ancient One explained. “Well, when you say it that way, you make me want to call the Order of Babel the good guys,” Carlos scoffed. “Really? "If you envision us as the bad guys, why do you still work with us?” the Ancient One asked with a calm look. “Well, mainly because I myself am not good and also because of the principle of the lesser evil,” Carlos replied with a cocky tone. “Of course, but don’t forget your actual reason." The Lord's
°°° Men of Power °°° Philadelphia Crest Care Hospital Carlos walked into the hospital with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. As he passed by the reception, he tried to find Ella, but she was nowhere in sight. He'd just returned from his meeting with the Ancient One and had decided to see Sean right away. Still tainted by the aura of Krycilis, he planned to come and pull Sean another step closer to consciousness. If all went well, it would be the last time he would have to do anything. All he would need to do afterwards is leave Sean in the care of his mother, friends, and doctors. Out of the fourteen-day window that the board of the Tournament of Warriors had given for Sean’s recovery, five days had passed. He knew he couldn’t afford to waste any more time. He walked straight towards Sean’s private room. He was relieved to learn that Sean would no longer be a target of the Cataclysmic Order. Although once in a while, his conscience judged his decision to save one
°°° Alliance °°° In Sean’s private ward, Carlos sat, momentarily frozen by the words he had just heard. "He knows, he knows I'm there."He knows who I am? How? How did they find out? How could they have possibly known? Carlos was panicking in his mind. "Black most," Dan said to the perplexed Carlos.“You are Black Mist?” “What? "You didn't realize?"Carlos was more confused. “Oh no, I didn’t." "I still don’t know who the Black Mist refers to,” Dan chuckled, maintaining his cool. “What? No… no. "I heard you call that name,” Carlos stuttered. “Well, you thought you did." "You said it, not me," Dan said with a smile. “Do you work for them?” Carlos asked with a serious tone, ready to end Dan’s life. “Work for who?” Dan raised a brow. “The order damns it." "Do you work for the Cataclysmic Order?” Carlos half-yelled. "Um, this is the first time I've heard of such a name."It sounds like a cult. "Is it a cult?” Dan asked, fully in control. Carlos looked at him, unsure of what to do ne