STGOD 3: Main Story Thread

[thecreech]

"No... no, I stopped that. I've cleared up your record, you're clean and now one will bother you from the PRID. If you could just tell us where you took him, we're done. And, I might add, the offer to join us still stands..."

"Albuquerque... that is where i dropped him off but he is probably long gone by now. I like you Hank but you know me... (Ragam increased himself to his normal size) i just want to be forgotten about. I will join you however one last time but you have to due me a favor. Once this is all said and done you must help keep me hidden... i know you have friends that can keep me off radar. It seems no matter where i go someone finds me. Is it a deal?"

[Dahak]

It was around midnight when he arrived in DC. After he checked, that his plane has already arrived, he went to a little...chat with the pilot. After some mind probing, with considerable measure of pain, he got a description of the guy who stole his plane. It all stinked of apparitions...

He ordered himself a limousine and together with his new"assistant", a still slithly uncooperative ex-cop, drove to his hotel.

HE was disappointed by it. That's why he didn't like the New World. It just wasn't up to his normal standards...

But there were things to be taken care of. He called his American superiors in what was just called "Shadow group".
"Yes, apparitions," he spoke with the superior on the other side. "The business in Europe are proceeding as planned. But I had to come here, nonetheless."
After a short while, he spoke again, "Yes, I will try. I have been contacted by this PRID. We will have to deal with them, unfortunately."

[Jaded Masses]

The man who had shot out of the ground had escaped me and I made my way
back to the air port. When I got there most of the masters were waiting and I knew they approved. I woke up the pilot and convinced him that it would be beneficial to his health to fly me back to DC. I ignored his complaints about the air restrictions, they could be handled. In a short time we reached the area we were ordered to turn back but e convinced them to let us pass because of mechanical trouble that I had caused by shorting out some systems on the plane. When we landed a host of people came but when the masters burst out of the plane they all went a running. I left and made my way in doors to the crowd before PRID arrived. To look like just another traveler I went to pick up some suit cases. When I got there, my heightened senses noticed something odd. Their was an odd smell with all the bags, and that smell seemed like the same one in New York when the man had burst out of the ground. Curious, I teleported into the baggage processing area to avoid making a scene by clambering up the conveyor. I was walking along when the trench coat I was wearing to conceal my sword started snagging on things. To stop it from bothering me I let it go, which for the moment exposed my weapon....



OOC; Chardok, I mean to be in the same air port as you...

[Straha]

"No... no, I stopped that. I've cleared up your record, you're clean and now one will bother you from the PRID. If you could just tell us where you took him, we're done. And, I might add, the offer to join us still stands..."

"Albuquerque... that is where i dropped him off but he is probably long gone by now. I like you Hank but you know me... (Ragam increased himself to his normal size) i just want to be forgotten about. I will join you however one last time but you have to due me a favor. Once this is all said and done you must help keep me hidden... i know you have friends that can keep me off radar. It seems no matter where i go someone finds me. Is it a deal?"

"I'll make sure of it. When I need you, and I will shortly, I'll contact you. Untill then lay-low here, and I'll contact you with this when I need you, and it can work vice-versa if you need it to."

With that Hank tossed a two-way message device, designed to look like a beeper, to Ragam. Turned, and with the rest of the Heroes he had brought, boarded the VTOL plane which had brought them.

As the plane lifted off vertically Hank came down onto the boarding ramp and shouted, "Bode Well Ragam, and may your Abode be well. I promise you, we'll probably be back by the end of the week!"

With that the plane closed the boarding ramp, and shot off at a speed just below the speed of sound, back to the wrecked holding center.

[Lonestar]

A Female Vampire jumped and Tackled Marcus from behind.

"I'm gonna tell you limb from limb you bitch!" Marcus snarled. He whipped out his Katana blade and slashed at the vampire. Black blood oozed out of the wound. The woman laughed. She would have been beautiful if it weren't for the big fucking canines.

"Bloodlust! I Like that in a man!"

"Marcus, we should go."

Marcus looked over to where Nuada was. There were half a dozen smoking piles of ash around him. His right hand was aflame. Strangely, his clothes weren't even singed.

"Yeah, yeah....let me have my fun...." Marcus turned back, the vampire was gone.

"Where'd she go?"

"Marcus, let's go." Nuada walked over to the Tempo, opened to hood, and jostled the engine. It came to life. Marcus bounded over.

"Where'd she go?"

"I dunno."

"You can't find her with that knack of yours?"

"It's heightened senses, and vampires are very good at hiding themselves."

"Heh," Marcus slid his Katana blade back into the scabbard. "Damn, she was a cutie. I was going to have a fun time tonight!"

Sean started screaming "Kill him! Kill him!" not yet...it may not be nescessary. But he was insane.... a disorganized killer he couldn't really control his killing...

That'll come back and bite me in the ass, Nuada thought. Marcus was crawling into the passenger seat.

Nuada got behind the wheel. He turned to Marcus. "DC by way of Jackson or the coastal route?"

"Jackson. I want to get there fast."

Nuada nodded. Jackson Mississippi...he wondered how long it would be before the PRID caught up with them. Them, and every FBI agent in the South.

[Grand Moff Yenchin]

With apparitions showing up all over the place there was no use for Nick's stealth techniques, it was 1500 in the afternoon so there was no darkness to hide. People began to panic with the sight of apparitions and began to scatter. The police and National Guards were alerted but couldn't do anything due to the actions of the apparitions, as well as the innocent people everywhere between them.

The couple ran with the crowd and hid in an alley, Nick carried Drake and began to dash at top speed.

"Where are we going?" Nick asked.

"Back to 'The Pub', no one will expect us there."

[Exonerate]

Mancer got off the plane, dressed with a denim skirt, and a black halter top. Over that was a sweater with a hood, with the words "MIT" etched on it in large letters. She was aiming to escape suspecion by looking like a college student - something she was easily capable of. She was met by PRID and governmental personnel right after she stepped out of the plane, and quickly ushered into the car.

"Hello," said one of the men, who was dressed in business clothes, "I'm the Director of the Washington DC branch. Although we did not expect you, this is certainly a lovely supri-"
"Cut the bullshit..." said Mancer. "They sent me here to clean up the mess you guys made - just tell me what you guys have done so far. Oh, and by the way, as of now, I am in charge of all your operations. Until I leave or say so, you'll all be following my orders. Now lets get started..."

[thecreech]

Ragam waved and decreased his mass again to his smallest size. Then he ran into the forest, scurried up a tree and waited

[Grand Moff Yenchin]

In a devastated Capitol Building office, a well dressed man walked in, the man behind the desk pressed a button, removing the buffer glass.

The well dressed man asked, "Are they away?"

"They have just made the dash into the streets.

"You're sure the trace solution will last long in her body? I'm taking an awful risk. This had better work."


OOC: Couldn't help with the ANH reference.

[Agent Fisher]

Three PRID agents were scaning for Appiritions in New York City. They had been scaning for hours and were tired.

"Lets call it a night guys." Said one of the agents.

With that the agents started heading for their car. When they got in they started to drive away.

BOOM

The car was destroyed by a car bomb.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN

Another partol was finishing up when a shadowy figure snuck up behind them. He raised his silenced sub-machine gun and shot the three agents dead.

"Welcome and thanks for watching NBC NIGHTLY NEWS. Our top story. 30 PRID agents were killed last night. Officals say that the killings ranged from shootings to car bombs. This marked the darkest day of PRID history. No one has yet claimed responsibilty for the acts."

The TV was switched off. Wraith chuckled to himself. All in all, not a bad night's work.

[Exonerate]

"Ok, we just lost 30 agents. Do you know how much of an investment we put into them?" fumed Mancer, angrily. "Christ, you people are incompetent - Give me 5 men, I'll find the person who's behind this and hunt him down myself."

"But as Director of Operat-"
"Shut up, I am more than capable of handling myself."
The former director suddenly stopped speaking, and had an odd facial expression - as though he he couldn't open his mouth."
Mancer stormed out of the office, leaving the former director in his incapacitated state. When she stepped out of the building, she had 5 agents behind her, looking warily at each other.

[Grand Moff Yenchin]

Nick and Drake returned to 'The Pub'. A Taiwanese snack-food stand. Nick ordered some oyster noodles and 'frog egg' milk tea while Drake bought some stink-tofu.

"All right, question one. How did the apparitions attack DC in the first place? I thought PRID could detect and predict them." Nick asked as he spooned the tasty noodles.

"I checked with the DC HQ before I called, no one knew. The ways that PRID predict manifestations are highly classified, so I couldn't even guess the problem."

"Question two. I have just arrived DC, haven't dug up anything, why try to stop me from investigation?"

"Another 'No idea'." Drake said as she put a piece of tofu with sauce into Nick's noodles.

"Question three. Who the hell is that guy in Capitol Hill? I think the answer would be easy by checking the news or something, but then again, what's his role in this affair?"

"I think that all these questions, more or less, indicate something wrong in the PRID DC HQ. We might as well go there and take a look." Drake finished her last piece and drank Nick's milk-tea.

Nick looked around and saw a PRID van at the street corner, the agents were setting up a roadblock. He walked over to the agents, pretending to be some tourist, and with some quick strikes he knocked them all unconscious.

"The Saviours are here, prepare for Rapture! All who serve the devil will be punished~~!" Nick pretended to be a Cult member as the bystanders were looking.

Drake checked the driver's seat, took out the tracking emitter inserted and threw it in a garbage can. She took a look at the other stuff inside the van: handguns, grenades, rifles, apparition containers, capture webs, tasers, masks...etc. "I'll drive, you prepare what you like." Nick said as he took over the steering wheel.

And they headed to the PRID DC HQ.

At the same time, someone was smiling at a screen, indicating Drake's location.

"Tell the Templars to standby, let's see what Mr. Northwind could do to the DC HQ."

"Yes my Lord."

[Sea Skimmer]

Boso Peninsula, Japan


Hidekazu looked across the bay at Tokyo, then pulled out a small satellite phone. A device, which was the size of a suitcase when he had gotten started, now fit inside a large cell phone case. It automatically dialed and connected with a French high satellite above. The single was then down linked to a ground station in Russia, then traveled by land line through Switzerland and finally on to Washington DC. An operator in the PRID HQ picked up the phone. They heard a computer-synthesized voice.

"I understand you have run into some difficulty from one of my competitors. I am willing to deal with him on very generous terms provided you supply the information I need. You will be contacted again in 2 hours."

The line cut even as Hidekazu dropped the phone into a metal canister, sealed it in and tossed it into Tokyo Bay. No one noticed the thermite charge melting the phone and canister beneath the water. Hidekazu turned and walked back to his Mazda.

[Alyrium Denryle]

The wolf lay lazily inside the force sphere. He wouldn't have anything important to do until morning, so he bided his time playing tic-tac-toe with himself and doodling cute little bunnies getting messily devoured on the sphere's wall.

The sun came up several hours later....

[Chardok]

K'thar awoke with a start. Someone was here. he had heard the rustle of fabric, the swish of it as it hit the floor. his huge black eyes shot open, straining to see something in the darkness.

-probably a baggae handler-

**It's not. Whoever it is just got off a plane.**

-And since Baggage handlers never ride planes, we can assume it's some super-secret agent hitman killer-guy, right?-

**northwest.**

-I don't have a compass.-

**Just-look left!**


glancing to the left, K'thar saw an outline that was decidedly non-baggage handlery.

-Baggage handler's don't typically have swords, do they?-

*Run, now*

K'thar sprang up out from under the conveyor belt, rising off the ground, erecting his EM bubble, a wave of his hand sent a baggage cart hurtling toward the shadowy figure in the room with him.

*Run.*

[Grand Moff Yenchin]

Nick stopped the van two blocks away from the DC PRID HQ, he touched Drake and transferred his super senses and speed to her. She then put on the standard uniform and equipment of a PRID field agent and headed to the office building.

At the door Drake showed her ID, "Agent Donna Drake, PRID Command HQ Liason. I'd like to meet your director."

"Which one?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're the one from above, don't you know she's here? She has taken charge of the place." The guard said impatiently.

Drake thought awhile, and the image of "her" came to her mind. She gasped but calmed herself and said, "I'd like to meet the former director."

"I'm sorry but he can't speak now...."

Drake knew what he meant, "Alright then I'd like to meet the Intelligence Officer. Could he speak?"

"Yes ma'am, this way, please."

[Raxmei]

Almost sunup...
The wolf repeated the jumping trick he did at the beach, only this time his target was not Alytar, but the camera that was conveniently placed right in front of him. In moments the cage came crashing down, crushing camera, tripod, and all. He howled in glee and was still laughing when the change took hold.

Harry stood up in the force cage and glared angrily at Alytar. "You'd better have a damn good explanation for this," he said.

[Alyrium Denryle]

"Yes, I do. As much as you may deny it to yourself, that werewolf that you have been tracking, is closer to you than you think."

Alytar dispells the magical effects and continues.

"You are the werewlf. You broke into my house, if you will note the missing wall, and attacked me last night. I defended myself, and attempted to film your transformation. Unfortunatly, your alterego destroyed my camara*points at broken bits* a few minutes ago."

[Dahak]

Dorian refreshed himself, and then located the PRID headquarters. Time for a little visit there...

***

He waited in the shadows not too far away from it's entrance, watching people enter it, until someone walked out, seemingly going home. He followed him.
He waited until he was out of sight of the PRID office, and approached him. He sensed his thoughts, to make sure he really was a PRID goon, and stunned him with a mind blast.

Then Dorian simply shifted his form and walked back to the office as the PRID goon.
He walked into it, and a puzzled guard looked at him.
"Kyle, didn't you want to go home?"
"I know," he let his face flush. "I forgot my car keys."
"Oh my... You really need holidays," the guard laughed.

He walked through several levels of the building, until he reached the room of the goon. HE went in and accessed the computer.
Now let's find out what they know..."

[Jaded Masses]

A man burst out from under a conveyor belt and sent some baggage hurdling towards me. It was the man!. I teleported around all the thrown objects and sent some ((weak)) energy blasts towards the figure. Hopefully the cramped spaces would prevent him from out running me again. I tele-hoped after him, dodging thrown objects and and sending energy blasts. I was trying to get close enough to use my sword...

[Captain Cyran]

Marcus sat in the passanger seat, his feet kicked up on the dashboard. He was wearing his sunglasses again and rubbing his recently bleached stuble of hair that was coming up from his scalp. They'd been on the road for a good 12 or 13 hours so far and no trouble yet. Though they'd had to taken some long routes to avoid PRID and the police. They had just passed into Virginia now.

"You still haven't told me how you gained your powers Nuada."

Nuada looked at Marcus then back at the road. "Apparations."

"Apparations gave you your powers?"

Nuada slammed on the brake to stop the car and Marcus went crashing into the dashboard and swore in pain. "What the fuck is wrong with you dude?" Marcus looked out the window infront of him to see a wall of heavy mist and a few figures sliding through it, it must be at least 20 meters tall and far too wide to try to avoid.

"That... is the last fucking time I ask that question."

Marcus and Nuada got out of the car as the wall neared them. Marcus fired a shot which put a large hole in the wall, it closed up immediately. "Well shit..."

Nuada created a flame wall of his own and pushed it against the Apparations. For a moment it seemed to work, then the flames died and the wall of Apparations moved on, swallowing cars, people, entire buildings as it moved forward.

"Well, think we should get back in the car and get the hell out of here?" Marcus looked at Nuada.

Nuada shook his head "Moving too fast." Nuada began to get scared, he didn't show it yet. But he saw no way out of death. Marcus had lost it, blasting as many blasts as he could into the wall, it slowed it down a great deal but eventually Marcus grew tired and fell to his knees. "Alright then..." Marcus pulled out his katanas and slowly got to his feet.

It was then that a single Apparation appeared before Marcus and Nuada, back to them. It seemed to be female from what they could tell. The apparation raised it's arms high. The wall of Apparations stopped a few meters from her and parted, giving the three a 10 meter hole. Then the apparations moved forward, the wall must have been 20 meters thick. Both Marcus and Nuada suddenly had the idea in their head that this wall had been much thicker before Nuada and Marcus had done their worst to it.

As the wall of apparations continued on it's way, the female apparation that had saved them turned to look at the two and both could have sworn they saw a wink and a smile before it dissappeared.

Nuada looked at Marcus who immediately screamed out. "Don't look at me I have no fucking clue!"

[Exonerate]

Mancer sat in the car's passenger seat, with a PRID agent driving, and three agents sitting in the back. The car was an armored BMW Mercedes, bulletproof windows, armored chassis, etc. They first destination was the scene of the car bombing, where they hoped that Mancer's powers would pick up some indication of who was behind the attacks. After nearly half an hour of driving, they arrived.

They looked at the scene of the wreck. Or at least what was left of it. The clean-up crew was very efficient about removing all traces of the incident. The cars had been towed away, the floor scrubbed, surrounding buildings repaired. All under 2 hours. Mancer got out of the car first, followed by the agents who jogged to catch up to her. They looked around nervously, while Mancer just crouched and felt the ground. Nothing.

"No trace here. Lets keep moving."

They got into the car, and headed towards the next site...

[Agent Fisher]

Wraith was driving his Chevy Tahoe away from the city. When he reached New Jersey he punched the button on a remote. Twenty Thermite grenades went off in 12 different locations through out the city. completely destroying his hideouts and 8 other locations to cover his tracks. With a bit of luck no one would know who set off the bombs.

[Grand Moff Yenchin]

The Intelligence Officer was a man in his fourties, he was busy on the phones in his office. The computer in front of him was displaying out of date info, obviously the virus was still a problem.

"...Agent Drake, how may I help you?" The officer said, after hanging up the phones.

"I've been sent by the Command to investigate the recent DC mass attack. This branch has failed to predict and prevent, how come?"

"Well, the Intelligence Department over here has been suffering from a series of technical problems lately, we've suspected sabotage. But so far we haven't found out who's responsible. Our operations now rely highly on patrol. If you have access to the detection equipment I could send you a report."

"No I don't, you could send it to Command Intelligence. How long has the problems happened?"

"About five weeks before the recent attack." Something was wrong, Drake at least knew that PRID Command would not tolerate such a thing for such long a time.

"Isn't it a bit long? Such a time period indicates incompetence."

"Ain't that why 'She' and you are here?"

Drake could hear the officer's heartbeat turn a bit anxious, and then calm down again. She decided not to reveal the strange attitude.

"Yes, we've came to help. So I'd appreciate your cooperation. You will send the report on the detection equipment, right?"

"Yup."

"Very well, I'll be looking foward for further instructions from PRID Command. I'd like to take a look around the place. Don't worry, just routine investigation."

Drake walked out of the office, but she immediately focused on her hearing. The Intelligence Officer's sound came to her, he seemed to be talking to someone on a phone.

"No...no...she won't discover. I'll file a routine report to the Command Intelligence, no problem. Hmm....as for her I'm not sure, I think I could arrange some accident, or could you send some Templars? Ok, uh huh, yes my Lord. May the Saviours bless you."

One hour later

Nick and Drake were staying in the van two blocks away from the PRID DC HQ. They were waiting for the Intelligence Officer, John Dogget his name was. Drake had informed her captain about the situation.

"Did Piett mention who these 'Templars' were?"

"Yes, he said that they were some Cult elite force, consisted of twelve people with different extraordinary powers. Each is better than the whole force of Cult Knights. Rumor is that after you took out the Knights in New York and Tokyo the High Priest has decided to send Templars to get you."

After a short hesitation, Drake said, "Captain Piett has offered you fifty million dollars each to hunt down the Templars, dead or alive. I think it's a bad idea to accept such a job."

Nick's blood suddenly turned hot, and he began to laugh heartly, "Bad idea? This is one of the best offers I've ever heard!" The laughter made Drake afraid even though it wasn't Nick's sonic screams. She saw the fighting instinct lit inside him, ready to erupt like a volcano. Was this what the so-called "professional hunters" of his world were like?

[Chardok]

A Long Damned Day


-He teleports-

*We see that.*

-what now?-

K'thar dodged bolt after bolt of searing energy. Some of them impacting against his bubble and disappearing in a wisp of smoke that obscured his field of view.

*Stop with the luggage*

-what do you suggest?- K'thar thought, reeling as another bolt of energy slammed into his bubble.

*Level it.*

"Someone could die!" K'thar yelled aloud, surprising himself.

*We can't afford to lose you. Level it and run. You need training.*

"Training?! For WHAT?! I'm going HOME!"

K'thar suddenly reeled spasmodically as pain shot through his entire body for a split second. he knew someone at the PRID was doing this, talking to him, teling him what to do, and he was seriously beginning to *not* like it. he was part of a war he wanted no part of. He sighed audibly and shot outside through a wall, showering the outside Tarmac with debris. he opened his arms, and thew them forward with voilent force, sending a force wave straight through the building, demolishing a supporting member. again and again he blasted the building until it rapidly began to fall apart.

*Go North*

K'thar sighed. he knew he had no choice. it was this, or die. Suddenly, Home seemed very, very far away indeed. He flew north towards the capitol building. Again.

PRID HQ Loomed in the distance. K'thar flew up onto the roof, and landed softly. HE looked terrrible, the sleepless day, his skin still raw and pink from exposure, the battle with the shadowy figure with the sword, destroying the building, the street. HE just wanted the nightmare to be over.

"Mr. -" A voice said, behind K'thar

"Agent Smith." K'thar sighed.

"Yes sir, and your name is? you might as well tell us, we'll find out anyway."

"K'thar." he sighed dejectedly, "It's K'thar."

"Well, Mr. K'thar, we have much to discuss!" The agent smiled with a great, Grinchy grin. "Here's an elevator now, if you'll just get in." he motioned with his hand towards the elevator.

K'thar walked slowly towards the elevator, flashing a fake smile towards the Agent. "I would hurry, Mr. K'thar. You are being followed."

"Ugh, well it wouldn't be a day if SOMEone wasn't trying to kill me, right, agent Smith?"

"I suppose not. But, we have plans to make you much less....killable."

"What? How?"

"Just, wait, we'll explain later. of course, you realize you forfeit your old life. "No WAY, Agent Smith! I have things to take care of! I have somethin-" K'thar was cut off as the elevator door slid closed, agent smith smiling and waving all the while, pretending not to hear him. K'thar leaned dejectedly against the elevator wall, the elevator went down for a very long time.

-this was only a 4 story building...-

*Don't worry about it.*

Longer and longer the elevator went down, down, down. When finally it stopped, the doors sliding open, K'thar found himself in a scene straight from Star Trek. He stood with his mouth Agape as he looked around the international PRID HQ command center. It was a huge open room with technicians and communications officers manning stations all over the floor, which was dominated by a huge screen with a map of the world on it. Red dots flashed here and there, expanding into scenes of newscasters doing reports, soldiers appeared on some screens, yelling into their cameras about some unseen danger. on some screens, well dressed men and women who appeared for the most part bleary-eyed gave reports from various parts of the world. K'thar was simply stunned.

He was startled when a hand fell upon his shoulder. K'thar turned quickly, eyes lowering as the man was much shorter than him. the man offered his hand. "John Doggett. PRID intelligence officer!" He offered with a smile. K'thar uneasily shook his hand. "Are you the....voice?" K'thar asked. "Me?! Good saviour no!" John Dogget laughed. "That would be Emily over there. She's been tracking you ever since you were moved out to New york City! It's a miracle, really, that you're even alive, let alone here!" The man put his hand lightly on K'thar's arm, guiding him through the back of the room, the man's gaze fixated on K'thar, effortlessly dodging office chairs, trashcans, people as if a map was stored in his brain. K'thar continued to stare in wide-eyed wonder. -This place is better than MY house-

*We know.*

"Can you have Emily turn that thing off?" K'thar asked.

"Oh, sure, for now, anyway." He put his wrist up to his face, "Emily, kill the TK-421 linkup."

-hello?-

-PRID sucks-

-this guy Doggett guy is obviously a flaming, raging, crossdressing pigfucker-

"Thank you." K'thar said with a wry grin.

"Sure, no poblem. Now, I understand that you've had a run in with these apparitions?"

"Yeah, nasty bugg-"

"Right, yeah, we know, anyway, someone high up thinks you've got this Great potential to aid us, and says you are unwilling to do it, right?" Doggett asked, as he continued to guide K'thar along corridor after corridor, deeper into PRID HQ, "That's right, but it looks like I don-" K'thar began "Have much of a choice now, right, we know. Anyway, since you're going to help us, you're going to need some better gear than these rags you've got on." The man continued quickly. "But i've got pleengty of-"

"Money? cars? houses? Tharland corporation? yeah, we know about those they're gone now."

K'thar fumed, but knew he could do nothing in this place, especially not with the virus-laden chip in his hand. "Gone?" He said through clenched teeth.

"Right, tharland corporation has been liquidated and all proceeds from the liquidation and sale of various divisions have been placed in PRID coffers now. Your houses have been sold or destroyed, your cars, clothes, everything. It's all gone. I don't think you quite understand, K'thar. I believe agent Smith told you that you belong to us, now. He wasn't joking. " the man kept the fake smile on his face and spoke the words as easily as if he were giving a news report about the price of beef.

"What day is it?" K'thar asked.

"Well, doggett replied, "When first we brought you in? That was two weeks ago."

K'thar simply stared dumbly. Everything he had worked for was gone. All the wealth* everything he and Frank Harland had worked for. gone. Frank was gone, too. He had nothing. Like it or not, he was now a member of the PRID.

"This way, please, Mr. K'thar, I want to introduce you to the scientists who have been studying you. I think you will be most interested to know what you are truly capable of. You thought it was a feat smashing your way out of the subway tunnel? You are going to just about have puppies when we show you what we know. You will be a most valuable asset indeed to the PRID."

"Right," K'thar said, resigned. "An asset. Just what I've always wanted." Suddenly, Getting home seemed impossible. He focused now on the task at hand. It seems the only way he would ever make it home. Stepping into the lab area, he was greeted by a smiling man in a trench coat.

"K'thar?" He asked. K'thar nodded. "I am Dr. Jeff Prosser. Have a seat, sir. You won't want to be standing when we show you this." K'thar complied. Are you familiar with electromagnetic energy? It is the single most potent force in our universe, eclipsing gravity in it's effect. In fact, it can be said that it is because of electromagnetic energy that gravity even exists. Without EM, atoms would not hold together, solidifying to form things with mass that actually create gravity, as it were. That said. You should very well be able to control just about anything. The very bonds of atoms which make solid items, to say nothing of the fact that your "bubble" you are so fond of seems to simply dissipate most solid items upon contact. Now, If you'll just come with me." K'thar rose from the chair, as the scientist led him to a glass enclosed chamber. On the floor was a single metallic globe, some six inches in diameter. "This chamber is specially constructed to prevent any...mishaps. should something go wrong." the door whooshed closed behind K'thar. Over a PA speaker in the chamber, Jeff Prosser's voice could be heard. "Now, pick up the globe. Don't touch it." K'thar complied, levitating the globe. "Break it."

"What? That thing is solid metal!"

"concentrate on it, K'thar. Focus your energy onto the globe." K'thar did so, forcing his will upon the globe as it hovered three feet in front of him. The globe began to quiver in place, and suddenly glow. All at once it shattered into thousands of pieces. showereing K'thar with fragments, cutting into his skin, blue-green blood spattered all over the chamber, as he fell to one knee. "Okay, that wasn't right." Prosser said.

K'thars wounds began healing rapidly as he stood back up. "Get those pieces out of your skin." K'thar concentrated as tiny fragments of bloody metal hit the floor, withdrawn from his skin as if by magic. K'thar winced at the pain. "Now, reconstruct the globe."

"You're joking, right?"

"Do it. you can, trust me."

"Fine." K'thar said, waving his hand around the chamber, all of the pieces began to hover, moving toward a spot directly in front of him. they began to coalesce in the air, and slowly, piece by piece, k'thar willed them together, placing one piece, then another in rapid succession. When finally the globe was reformed, K'thar called it over to him, landing it in his hand, where it promptly fell apart.

"You didn't put it back together."

"Yes I did! you saw it! I made the globe again!"

"No, K'thar, I mean Put it Back together."

"do you mean to tell me, that you want me to make it solid again?"

"that's exactly what I mean."

K'thar sighed, "This is going to be a long damned day." he said aloud.

"Day?" Prosser chuckled. "You'll be here at LEAST a week."

"Perfect."

"K'thar?" Prosser inquired.

"Yes."

"Welcome to the PRID."

"Thanks." K'thar replied, managing a weak smile. Willing the pieces up off of the floor and his hand, and they began to coalesce again.

-A Long day-
*Note forfeiture of the extra power point Wealth-1pt.