[IC] A New Breed

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[…Jynthic Synthetics…]

Two government agents stood outside the entrance to the old Jynthic Synthetics facility as they stared out over the laborers and contractors working diligently to get the place back up and running again. It had been years since the building had seen any use after being seized by the government back in 2000 and in the past week the cleaning crews had already swept through, removing the cobwebs from the corners and the heavy linen sheets from the furniture. Now all that remained was reinforcing the building for its new guests, or perhaps we should say to welcome some old inhabitants back home again.

“Ya think they’ll even agree to come back?” One of the agents said to the other, pushing his black Ray-bans up onto the bridge of his nose with a single finger as he watched the workers installing bulletproof hurricane-grade glass into the last side of the building that remained to be upgraded.

The second agent took a pack of smokes from his breast pocket and tapped a cigarette out into his hand, settling it between his arid lips as he gave a shrug of indifference. “I think they’re going to make it a hard offer to turn down. That’s what I think.” Tilting his head to the side, he covered the end of his cigarette with a cupped palm in order to light the end then stuffed the lighter back into his pocket as he took his first drag.

“Well, did they find ‘em all?” the first agent asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he kicked a pebble across the large open courtyard, pacing a few steps before turning back around to his partner.

The smoker shrugged, casting another glance up at the workers on the scaffolding to make sure they weren’t messing around before flicking the ash from his cancer stick. “That’s not our job. Remember that the boss man said? Our job is to make sure the building is finished and built like a tank this go-round. Our job isn’t to babysit those bastards.”

The man in shades arched a brow at the hostility coming from the other man but didn’t question it. Instead he paced again, obviously bored with his assignment. “I heard two of the guys travelled all over Hell’s half acre. One of the chicks is in a bar somewhere south of the border. Another is one of our boys, is that right?”

The second agent paused for a moment, slowly exhaling a stream of smoke as he stared at the other man in silence. “I guess you’ll find out now, won’t ya?”




[Novato Inc. Laboratories]


Aftermath. That was the only word that could possibly describe the chaotic environment on the Novato compound. The government had launched its second attack on the facility, including a half-assed aerial assault which ended up in 14 dead guards, 2 dead test subjects and the upper two levels of Cylinder B being evacuated by the scientific staff due to possible structural damage.

Still, the community was self sufficient and the staff helped to cart off the carcasses to the lower level of the Hospital wing, the morgue, as the others assessed the damage and began to make repairs.

As far as the remaining test subjects went, well, they were debriefed, their bracelets were reactivated and they were all sent to the Dormitory wing for a full hour of free time before dinner would be served.

Usually free time was allotted only once per day and today, Friday, they had already had their share but the Director of Novato had deemed their assistance in today’s battle worthy of reward. And in retrospect, an hour of downtime didn’t seem like much of a prize though it had to be better than the constant training and rigid routines imposed upon those worthy enough to stay in the labs after their experimentation was complete.

[Gregory- Las Vegas, Nevada]


Vegas was known for many things revolving around the two basic ideas of tourism and entertainment. Strip clubs, casinos, gentleman’s clubs, grandiose stage shows… The list was endless and the amount of money and energy that went into that feel good atmosphere was renowned. It was also one of the few places that Gregory King could use his powers without alerting the authorities or ‘outing’ himself or the others that he had left behind all those years ago. In Vegas, people believed in all things seemingly magical and that naïveté provided the perfect cover.

In a high end club on the Strip, once a week there was a interactive floor show hosted by none other than the telekinetic from Jynthic. The gig was a way to cater to both his insanely large ego and his love of money all in one fell swoop. The owners believed he was a magician or illusionist in the same vein as Criss Angel or David Blaine though remarkably more charming to the guests. His show was one of the highest rated shows on Friday nights and was notoriously sold out months ahead of time.

It was on one such Friday night that a government agent had flashed his badge to gain entrance, carving his path along the far wall to watch the show. He wasn’t here to be entertained, though that would definitely be an odd side benefit of this task. No, he was here to speak to the man he knew was not an illusionist or magician but the real deal.

The room was shrouded in black with two large red velvet curtains draped across the stage, concealing it from view. As the music started, an athletic looking man with bright blue eyes and disheveled brown hair stepped through the seam in the curtains and spread his arms wide, grinning devilishly at the crowd.

As the swell of music got louder, Gregory King began his show by mouthing the lyrics at the beginning, obviously enjoying himself.

”Ladies and Gentlemen, please.
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see,
An explosion of catastrophe.

As the curtains were pulled open behind him, two lines of showgirls dressed in dazzling costumes began to cross out into the crowd, momentarily distracting the guests so Gregory could work his magic. Behind him were a plethora of objects for him to manipulate, depending on his whim, to cause the most breathtaking effects. Carved crystal orbs that he could spin in the air above the crowd, letting them catch the odd beam of light to cast their rainbows at the various surfaces within the bar. Pyrotechnics flashed blindingly with every “BOOM” emphasized in the song and though the display only lasted for about 3 minutes, as soon as he was done the crowd stood up for a standing ovation accompanied by thunderous applause.

Bowing once, Gregory bounded off of the stage, heading down the thin corridor that linked the stage access to the back rooms. An assistant chucked him a towel which he caught with ease and he began wiping his face with the cotton cloth before bursting through the door into his dressing room. He crossed to the vanity, tossing the used towel down on its surface before pulling open the fridge to grab a bottle of water. As his back was turned, the door creaked slightly as it opened and Greg grinned widely, turning around, obviously expecting a fan of some sort but his smile immediately dropped when he saw the government official stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

A silent stand off lasted for all of two minutes before the government agent finally relented, sighing as he began his spiel.

“Gregory King?” The agent asked, looking over the man before him with piercing eyes.

“Wow you guys are good. Headliner in Vegas and you managed to catch me. You’re getting better at research… Aren’t you, Schultzie?” Greg smirked as he threw himself into his chair, propping his feet up on a nearby traveling trunk. The agent visiting him today was the same one that had come in all of those years ago to help ‘release’ him and his fellow ‘test subjects’. The one that had explained the stipend that they would receive before he booted their asses out onto the curb to look for their own way to blend into society. Greg imagined that not many of the others would have had an easy time with it.

Agent Schultz raised both of his hands, palms out in a defensive manner as he walked along the edge of the room, viewing the framed articles that hung along the wall about Gregory’s show. Lifting a hand again, he tapped one of the accolades before looking back at Greg once more. “Is this all you really want out of life, Gregory?”

The younger man smirked, blue eyes dancing as he gestured to the wall that Schultz was looking at, then to each of the other three walls in succession. Each was plastered with rave reviews and in depth articles about him.

”One of the greatest performers of our time.”

Greg quoted one of the articles and laughed, leaning back into his chair once more. “What more could I want?”

The Agent sighed, steepling his fingers briefly before turning with a serious look upon his face. “We have another Lab. They’re not treating the….” Terms moved through his head as he tried to pick one that wasn’t in any way offensive, “People as well as Jynthic treated you. Some are being sold off. Others are kept in lock down. We’ve tried to free them but the subjects are, for some reason, helping them fight back. We’re up against armed guards and a bunch of teens that are like you. We can’t win without your help.”

Gregory’s eyes widened at the admission but he kept silent for a moment. He had put the past behind him, so to speak and he wasn’t sure if he wanted any of those memories dredged up again. Silence reigned over the small room for another few minutes before he finally asked a single question.

“What about the others?”




[Valeria- Little town south of the border, Mexico]


Sitting on top of a wooden crate outside of a little Mexican bar, Valeria stared out across the dusty stretch of land where the only non-neutral color in view was the oddly beautiful pink-purple-blue coloration of the sky at dusk. She was enjoying a short –forced- break, having been sent outside by one of the bouncers to cool down a bit after some jackass had grabbed her arm to gain her attention. One of the few things that made her angry, people that showed no respect. It was one of the few lessons that she carried with her from her childhood, growing up in the Jynthic laboratories. She had been one of the youngest children there, a whopping 8 years old when the government had shut the place down and she had been one of the only girls too, leaving her as the overprotected ‘younger sister’ of the gang. A scrawny girl with freckles and pigtails and the knowledge that if anyone ever messed with her, someone would have her back.

God, how she missed those days.

Sighing to herself, Valeria tugged at the hem of her torn band tee as she hopped back off of the crate, wandering back to the front door and she steeled herself, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door. Immediately her ears were assaulted with the tones of Theory of a Deadman blaring from the jukebox. It seemed to be a favorite song of the drunken teenagers and twenty-somethings that crept over the border to enjoy the lowered drinking age of Mexico and whenever that kind of crowd entered the bar, it meant that her night would probably be hell.

Twisting and turning her frame to thread her way through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, she made her way to the bar, slipping behind it and shooting a quick smile at Javier, who had covered her for her break.

“Thanks, sugar,” she said loud enough so that he could hear her and he laughed in response, waving a hand in dismissal.

“No problemo! I didn’t want another law suit for you breaking some man’s jaw, aye?” He winked at her and lifted a dish towel, wiping his hands down as he passed her on his way back out onto the floor. “You need anything, you call me. Got it, Val?”

The woman nodded, placing both of her hands against the old oaken countertop as she surveyed the raucous patrons as they crowded her, shouting out orders and trying to catch her attention. “Sure thing. Guess I’ll get back to work then.” Her laugh echoed his as she began slinging drinks and for the next two hours that was all she knew.

As the drunks began to disperse, little by little, Valeria leaned her back against the liquor shelves, trying to catch her breath. It wasn’t the best job in the world but it was easy and even though she technically didn’t need the cash it paid quite well too. Mostly, she had just wanted to get out of America where the bastard government agents kept trying to make contact with her for some reason or another.

Speaking of the devils…. she thought as her gaze found a gentleman in a starched black suit, wearing shades even though it was after dark and staring at her from across the room. Did the government agents honestly not know how easy they were to pick out of a crowd?

Part of her wanted to do the ‘come at me bro’ gesture but she decided against it. Weary of being found once again, she crooked her finger, motioning for him to approach her and as he strode her way she arched a brow at him, saying bluntly, “What do you want?”

The man’s own eyes widened slightly, evident by the arching of both brows behind his glasses and he raised them up onto the top of his head, allowing her to see his eyes.

“Well, Ms. Johnson. I have a proposition for you.”

Valeria heard the story and immediately knew that she couldn’t just hide out in some shady bar in Mexico when she could actually be helping. Her bleeding heart just wouldn’t allow her to turn her back on kids that were not only like her but were treated worse than she had ever been treated.

“Fine, I’ll help on one condition. Once this is over, you forget about me. Burn my files. Agreed?” She knew it was a moot point, the government never kept its word but it was worth a try. The Agent inclined his head respectfully towards her and reached into his blazer, producing two plane tickets and holding them aloft for her to view.

“Shall we, then?”


[Valeria- Jynthic Synthetics Laboratories]


Valeria had taken the first available flight in to the States after helping Javier to close up the bar. She had stayed long enough to speak to him, to explain what was going on and since he was one of the few people that knew of her history, of her powers, he simply nodded and gave her a hug.

“You come back to me now, you hear me?” He had said and she had made the promise, hoping that she could keep it. For all of her confidence in her powers, she still didn’t know if any of the others would accept the offers presented to them.

As she exited the black sedan which an agent had used to pick her up at the airport, she crossed under the glass walkway as she entered the Jynthic compound courtyard and her eyes swept the grounds. It was different yet the same. The building was the same shape, its walls comprised of side by side glass paneling but something seemed different. Perhaps it just appeared that way since she hadn’t stepped foot here in over a decade.

One of the agents came up to her side, his hands clasped in front of him as he looked over the building with an impressed grin.

“She’s a beaut, isn’t she?” He said, placing a hand lightly against her back, right between her shoulder blades as his other hand gestured for her to go on inside.

As they stepped through the large double doors, he began his brief tour.

“It’s pretty much the same as the place you grew up in, I’d assume. We tried to keep each room the same as we uh…” he cast a look at her briefly, “As we found it.” Clearing his throat, he moved her through the lobby and into the east wing of the building.

“Here we have the dorms, as we call them. We replaced some of the furniture. Some of it was meant for kids. Twin beds and such. We replaced everything with more adult features so you would feel comfortable. Feel free to pick a room. Cafeteria is on the upper floor, dorms are on the middle two and the recreational area and pool are on the lower floor. If you need anything, just grab an agent.”

Apparently, she was the first one to arrive and she traced her path, wandering the same exact path she had taken so many years before and when she reached the second floor, she slipped inside the first room to the right after ascending the staircase.

Her room.

Though they had upgraded some of the features, as the agent had claimed, the walls were still colored the same turquoise color that she had picked out when she was little and her desk looked like it hadn’t been touched. Valeria dropped her suitcase by the door, immediately crossing over to the desk and picking up the silver-framed photograph that someone had gently polished before her return.

In the photo was the group. The gang. From left to right, sitting on one of the benches outside of the lobby entrance was Greg, Jason with his arm looped around Mic’s shoulder, Archie, her little pig-tailed self next to Edd, Demetri and Lucas sprawled out on his side in front of all of them.

Welcome home… she thought with a smile.

[ Novato Inc. ]

A guard, dressed in all black and as formidable in stature as all the guards at Novato were, strode beside a young blonde boy down the hall toward the hospital wing. With his inhibitor bracelet on, one guard was all it took to safely escort Samael Owens, unlike some of the other older, stronger experiments. Sam was one of the more trusted subjects at Novato, anyway. Only one escape attempt scarred his record, and that was from long ago, before he came to recognize the benefits of obedience.

The youth gazed coolly at those he passed in the hall. A number of dirty looks were shot his way in return, but he only smiled faintly at them. The boy appeared quite a bit messier than usual, blood stuck in some strands of fair hair from a cut on his forehead and splotches of dirt coating his pale features. Most of the battle wounds Sam had been receiving were only due to the debris other experiments churned up, not so much actually being assaulted. When the inhibitor wasn't in the way, Sam's shadows wouldn't allow anyone within two feet of him in the heat of a fight. Having consumed two whole government agents and several others' limbs, the ever-ravenous darkness that accompanied the boy was now restless for more. His literal shadow, dark in the white lights of the building, seemed to flicker occasionally on the floor and walls. Half of the reason Samael Owens' abilities were so powerful, it was often said, was because they seemed to have a mind of their own. But fortunately enough, he appeared to have a good handle of control on them - most of the time.

Swiping an ID entry card at the door to the hospital wing, the guard lead Sam inside. Novato's hospital was a large, fairly open room full of beds and curtains. Presently, many of the beds were occupied with subjects injured in the attack, some more severely than Sam. Private rooms were more limited and reserved for especially severe or important instances. "Miss Alexis will be seeing you as always, Owens." The guard gave the boy a pat on the head as he was handed over to a nurse with bright amber eyes that had scurried over.
"Sam, good to see you're alright. Looks like just some cuts and bruises, hm? Don't worry, I'll make sure that little gash doesn't scar your handsome face." She smiled fondly down at her patient, stroking his hair and glancing over his cut as she lead him to an empty bed. Nurse Alexis was infamous for playing favorites. She was cold and cruel, as much of Novato was, to those she did not take a liking to. Her kindness shone most often on prettier subjects, and of course on well-behaved subjects. Sam was the only experiment under 16 Alexis was fond of; she did not like children, but Sam was always very polite.

The blonde boy smiled in answer, turning to sit on the bed as was routine. "Yeah, just some delinquents throwing stuff around. So many of their powers are so messy." His face scrunched a little at the word. Sam's shadows didn't send debris flying all over the place; if anything, they more often cleaned up such debris. The only mess they left behind was when they would consume a piece of somebody and the rest of said somebody would be left bleeding.
The nurse gathered some sterile wet napkins from a drawer and wiped down Sam's face, clearing away the layer of dirt on his skin. "Such a tidy boy, you are. Your abilities would make you a fine janitor some day," she chuckled, knowing Sam would never agree to such a lowly line of work if he didn't have to. She then dabbed at the cut on his forehead that lay toward the left, just under his hairline, also working to wipe the blood from his hair as best she could. He winced a little as she cleaned up the wound but made no complaint. "It's bleeding quite a bit, but it's not very deep. I don't think it will even need stitches. So all that's left is the standard examination to make sure nothing's wrong on the inside." She placed an adhesive strip of gauze over the cut, then brushing his hair back into place with her fingers and smiling at her handiwork. The nurse began preparing other equipment used to ensure a subject's health, checking Sam's pulse, breathing, blood pressure, eyes, ears, nose, reflexes, and all such procedures that went with a basic examination.

Sam's cloud-colored eyes wandered the room absently as he went through the motions. The government's attack had begun just a little while before lunch, so he hadn't eaten in several hours. His shadows' eating hadn't fed him, he thought bitterly as his stomach gave an audible grumble. Nurse Alexis smiled amusedly at the sound. "Don't worry, dinner will be in just an hour, and after you're done here you have that hour to relax in the dorms."

Demetri Hong Kong, China

Hong Kong, a place bustling place and the captial of China. It was filled with people both born here and tourist as well. The sidewalks crowded with people walking by, some minding their own business and some walking about pointing and oohing at everything they see. It was a place for tourist to enjoy, a place for people to work to live, and also a place for few to hide in secret. The one in particular however is found working at a restaurant not too far from the airport.

"Demetri!!! Table 12 is waiting for you!!" A woman shouted out loudly in no general direction as she guided a group of people to table 12, "He will be right with you in a minute mam..."

"I'm coming I'm coming Mei!!!" Demetri cried back slithering his way through the people and the tables, which were packed so closely together. It was amazed that anyone would want to eat in this unsanitary hell hole, but starvation does wonders for business especially with the crappy airport food that is served, "God you're voice is still as loud as ever bo- Well hellllooo there ladies.." Demetri stared at the group he was going to served and look up to thank the God for his luck, despite not believing in God.

"Well then ladies, I will be your humble waiter today," Demetri said bowing in a gentleman-like fashion and return with giggles from the group of girls for his action, "How may I take you're order today?"

"Ah yah...Demetri stop with the act and get to work, this is not your only table!!" Mei from before shouted once again.

"Excuse her mesdemoiselles, she has a bit of a temper...it probably cause she doesn't have the same alluring looks as you girls..." He replied with a flirtatious smile causing the girls to giggle some more, as well as being jabbed in the head, "she also has one hell of an arm....anyways what will you be ordering today?"

9:00 pm Near Closing Time

"Demetri the last order is on the kitchen table, can you go ahead and served that and then you can go leave to do that other job?" Mei replied hanging up the closing sign at the front door.

"Yes boss" He shouted back grabbing the last plate of food and putting the food down at the last table, "There you go sir...."

"Thanks Demetri Jones.....You know...you are one hard hell of a bitch to find..." The man replied looking up at Demetri with a cold stares, hinting that he hated him or his kind in general. Demetri sighed knowing who the man was without even looking down.

"Well that was the whole point, I'm surprise to see a pencil pusher like you not wearing those stuck-up black suits..." He snapped back pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in his mouth "Been a long time since I talk to one of you agents....I thought my warning came through after I wounded one of you prissy...."

"Well it did...but we wouldn't continue chasing after you if it was des-...where the hell he go...GOD DAMN IT!!!" The man shouted looking around to see Demetri was no where to be found, only the cigarette lying in the food that the agent order was the only trace that Demetri left "How the hell does the government expect us to follow a freak like him without knowing his god damn power!!"

9:20 pm Dragon-I club

Demetri was grinning to himself satisfy of how easily he had escaped that agent, it was quite easy with his power and even easier considering he made sure he erase all information on his power that was on file. He walked in the shadows of the club going to the bar and taking a sit. Demetri sat their patiently tapping his nail against the wooden part of the table waiting for the bartender to notice him.

"Demetri..will it be the usual sir?" The bartender asked while serving another customer a shot before turning to Demetri shaking a couple bottle and putting a shot glass in front of him to prepare to fill the order

"No I want something more exotic today..got any?" Demetri replied looking at the bartender lifting his hand up lazily while the bartender shook bottle of assorted alcohol above him

"Yes we do, how would you like it..." The bartender asked as he started mixing up assorted alcohol in a bottle before he started pouring it into Demetri's shot glass

"Surprise me..." He replied before the bartender handed him drink and immediately moving to another customer. Demetri took the shot and stood up walking away as he reach into the sleeve of his arm to pull out a contract, "Who is my client today..."

9:30 PM roof of a random building

Demetri climbed upstairs slowly cursing to himself for his client picking such a run down building to meet on, "Who picks a building with no god damn elevator...." He murmured to himself finally reaching the rooftop exhausted from walking all the way up to who know how high the building it. "Of all the building you just hhaadd to pick the fucking tallest..."

"It good to see you Leon..or should I call you by your real name...Demetri Jones" A mysterious man said standing with his back turn toward Demetri to hide his identity, but Demetri knew his voice from anywhere, the voice that woke him up, the voice that question him, the voice that attempted to calm him down before the various test...a voice that was etched into his mind . "Don't even think about using your power to change my perception....I know everything about you Demetri.....of course you should know that I do about now right?"

".....Of course I do...must be something bad going on if they ask for a monster like you to go after me..." Demetri replied "What did they bribe you with to get you over here?"

"They didn't bribe me...I just want to atone for what I done to those children...and to you...." The shadow replied, "Those experiment were horrible...and we should never have done it....They are planning to start it again...and we need your help...please Demetri..I don't want kids to go through the same thing again"

"Damn straight..." Demetri replied lighting a cigarette and sitting down to look up at the starry night sky. "...........Well looks like I got no choice since they send you....my own father coming to pick me up....you should really read a book about father-son bonding..."

His father chuckled at his choke, "Trust me Demetri...I probably need a lot more than a book...." He reply causing Demetri to chuckle in turn.

"Looks like I am going back to the states....boy am I going to get an earful when I tell this to Mei...." He murmured to himself, putting out his cigarette on the concrete floor of the roof before standing up to look above, "Back to hell again eh?"

Two Weeks later Front door of Jynthic Synthetics Laboratories......


".....Too late to turn back now Demetri...let do this.." Demetri sighed heading inside and ignoring the welcoming committee and their offering of a tour, like he didn't live long enough in this forsaken place to know where to go wandering the halls by himself.

[ Outback, outside Newman, Western Australia, four days ago ]

“Pssst, Daniel.” A man whispered.

Daniel replied with a moan as he regained consciousness. In attempt to open his eyes he was forced to squint them back closed as he awakened to the glaring sun high in the cloudless sky. “Where…where are we?” Daniel then said.

A reply, “I’m not sure, but by the look of the scenery we aren’t out of the country.”

Daniel’s vision finally came to. In attempt to block the sun with his hands he realized his arms and torso were tied up against a tree. The heat was brutal, from for some odd reason, he couldn't help but welcome the feeling. Looking to his right, he saw his partner was in the same position. They were out in the middle of the desert. The only thing in view was a few nearby trees, a make shift hut from a double-decker bus, and a half broken wind pump. Daniel tried to keep his cool, “How’d we end up here Rick?”

“I’m not sure. The last thing I remember was both of us tailing him in town and then suddenly freezing to death. You were shivering, too!”

“Oh, son of a…” Daniel cursed to himself, “Damn it, Rick, he knew!”

“What do you mean?” Rick didn’t catch on.

“Rick, you clearly didn’t read his profile.”

“Uh, he shoots fire or something like that.”

Daniel signed while wriggling in attempt to get his hands free. “Edwin controls-”

“Sounds like the statue of liberty to me.” A young man’s voice spoke over Daniel; Rick and Daniel's dialects clearly gave away their nationality. A silhouette walked in front of them, blocking most of the sun. He pondered out loud, “Hmmm, I figured you guys weren’t from around here. You two do look like tourists, but a small mining town isn’t exactly a popular attraction.”

The young man’s face slipped out of the shade as he stepped to the side. Edwin had short, nearly buzzed dark hair with dark brown eyes to match. His tan skin was especially dark reflecting the duration he’s been spending outdoors. He wore a dusty grey shirt and worn blue-jeans. At the side of his waist he held a satchel with the strap hanging around his shoulder. He pulled his hand into the satchel and took out a heavy bodied serpent. Placing the banded snake between the feet of both Rick and Daniel, he bent down to be at eye-level and said, “This beautiful snake is what’s known as a Death Adder, highly venomous. What’s cool about Australia is that it’s the only place where the venomous snakes outnumber the nonvenomous snakes. And this guy is by far one of the most venomous.” Rick and Daniel stiff with fear with their eyes wide open at the snake. Edwin continued on nonchalantly, “Their bite leads to paralysis, ultimately leading to respiratory failure, not good.” Edwin noticed Rick’s urge to kick. “Now don’t worry. This snake’s body temp is cooled way too low to even consider biting you. That’s what’s neat about ectotherms, like snakes. If there body temp lowers 14 degrees Celsius from the temp now, they’re too lazy to do anything. Though, I wouldn’t want to grab the snake’s attention nonetheless.” Rick paused and sighed in attempt to relax.

Edwin then made direct eye contact with Daniel, “However, endotherms, like us humans are total wimps. If our body temp drops as low as this snake, we’ll lose consciousness…if not die.” Daniel was spot on figuring out what happened to them. Being a full blown thermokinetic, Edwin has the ability to increase or decrease temperatures. Edwin had given the two an instant hypothermia until they blacked out.

Breaking his attention from the snake, Daniel shouted sternly, “We’re just here to give you a message!”

“I don’t believe you,” Edwin quickly replied in a monotone. Not even considering Rick’s personal space, Edwin kneeled close and reached into Rick’s pocket. He pulled out a wallet and stood up. Rick was too scared of the Death Adder to resist. He just whimpered, “Please get the snake out of here.” The snake began to nestle itself between Rick and Daniel and bask in the sun’s rays.

“Edwin!” Daniel tried to get his attention.

“Well since you know my name, just call me Edd.” Edd said as he walked away, looking into Rick’s wallet. “You know guys promised to leave us alone, right? But instead, you try to capture us. You’re even stupid enough to pull it off again, and seriously…” Edd turned to Daniel and Rick, “they only sent two of you…armed with only a handgun, out in the middle of a desert?”

Daniel retorted, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! This is the first time we’ve tried to make contact with you since Jynthic shut down. We came here because we need your-”

Edd wasn’t buying it, and he was only getting more annoyed “If you laid a finger on any of the others!”

“You got this all wrong!” Daniel yelled. “Edw- Edd! Just let us explain.”

Edd had his backed turned, still rummaging through the wallet. He finally pulled something out. A small photo of Rick…and his wife and kids?

Edd put his hand to his forehead, slight guilt starting to set, Edd, what are you doing? He glanced back at Rick and Daniel. Daniel stared at Edd desperately. Rick nearly had the same expression, but his eye still locked on the snake.

“Fine!” Edd said aloud as he stomped toward the snake. He placed his hand over the snake. Rick and Daniel felt a sudden chill at their legs. Edd grabbed the snake and stuffed it back in his satchel. He then sat Indian-style in front of the two. “Already spit it out.”

Just then a cell phone tone starts ringing from Daniels pocket. Edd was surprised, “We you guys definitely must have quite the connections to get signal way out here.” He stood up can snatched the cell phone from Daniel’s pocket.

Edd answered it, “Hello? Daniel’s tied up at the moment, can I take a message?”

“Edd, is that you?” A familiar voice.

“…Schultz?”

Schutlz chuckled over the phone, “I take it the guys didn’t give you much of a warm welcome.”

“Hmmm, well you can count on ‘me’ giving very cold welcomes. Schutlz, what’s going on?”
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[Jynthic Synthetic Laboratories, present day]

A black SUV pulled up in front of the facility. The driver opened his door, but not after the back door opened with Edd stepping out. “Edd, I’m your escort, I was supposed to open the door for you. You’re making me look bad.” The driver scoffed jokingly.

Edd replied, “Rick, after seeing your face in front of a Death Adder, I have no desire to see you look bad, haha. If I ever need to make an employee evaluation on you, I’ll give you an A.” He stared up at the buildings. So many memories rushed past his head.

“Rick, you’re not making yourself look any less of a rookie, that’s for sure.” Daniel replied as he got out of the passenger side.

Edd turned around to the two agents, “Alright, well it’s been fun flying halfway around the world with you guys. I think I can take it from here.” He shook Rick and Daniel’s hand.

“Best of luck with your mission, Edd.” Daniel said, “I don’t think this’ll be the last time we meet.”

“We’ll still be on duty for other reasons.” Rick added.

“Edd smiled, “Well Rick, you be sure to head on home first to make it to your daughter’s spelling bee.”

“Top priority!” Rick laughed as he went back into the car, along with Daniel.

The SUV drove off and Edd headed towards the building. His return to Jynthic wasn’t as bad as he thought. It was a big relief to hear the rest of the gang was still safe. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was actually excited to see how they were doing. He hadn’t seen them in years. He tried not to think of the mission in stored with Novato and also the incident he had with a bunch of mercenaries a year and a half prior. If it wasn’t the government that was after me, then who...? He shrugged the thought as he entered the facility. It was entirely refurbished. Much or it was the same as before. He continued across the main lobby.

"Three minutes till show time," the stage manager shouted backstage. "Jason, you're up first."

Jason stepped forward from the darkness and up to the curtains. Noises of instrument's being tuned and auxiliary being set up in a hurry filled the stage around him as his band prepared for their last number for the night. Every now and then he'd catch a band member's eye and give them an understanding nod, making sure they were all ready. He made some last minute adjustments to his amplifier, cranking the volume nob all the way up and setting the type to 'metal.' He It'd been a long night but here they were, the last song, and he was the featured soloist. He tapped his fingers around the fret board of his Epiphone Thunderbird five string bass, getting his hands good and warmed up before he plugged in and looked back up to the curtains, ready to play. The lead singer looked at him and smirked.

"Try not to make yourself look too good out there," he said plucking the mic from its stand.

Jason grinned and put a foot up on his amp, getting into playing position as the stage manager counted down from ten. "No promises."

As the stage manager reached 'one' he signaled to his right and bolted off stage as the curtains opened, blasting Jason with a roar of applause and fanatic screaming. The band acknowledged the crowd with waves, the lead singer fist pumping the air before walking to the side. Jason walked forward to the lip of the stage, staring out over thousands of fans, and brought his right hand to his strings.

Symphony X - Domination: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7Zhi7QWN2o

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Jason slapped his final notes for the song and raised his hands in the air as the crowd went into an uproar. He and the band walked around the stage, touching the outstretched hands of fans before hurrying off stage, the curtains closing behind them. He set his bass down on a large sound equipment case and grabbed a white towel from a rack and dabbed the sweat from his brow.

"Great show guys," Jason said, embracing his band mates individually. "That's how a band should go out!" His band and crew cheered, reveling in the feeling of a job well done. Jason excused himself as the crew walked away toward their respective rooms to pack up. He crossed the hallway to a large door set in the back of the room and pushed it open, walking inside and throwing his towel down on the floor. He crossed his room and went to the mini fridge, pulling out a beer and flicking the top off with his thumb. He knocked back a swig, letting the cool liquid sooth his dry throat until a voice from behind him caught his attention.

"Jason Alexander," came a male voice from behind him. He turned to see a clean cut man in a pressed black suit, white shirt and black tie. He had an earpiece in and sunglasses on, his head completely shaven.

"Shit," Jason said, setting his beer on the table. He balled his hand into a fist and faced the intruder. "What are you doing here?"

The agent regarded his fist for a brief second before turning his shaded gaze back to Jason. "There's no need to resort to violence, Jason. Besides, you haven't even let me reveal why I've come."

"Maybe I don't care," Jason said, walking cautiously around his table to get a clear path to the agent. "What's a government agent doing at my show. Not a fan are you?"

The agent gave the briefest of snickers before answering in a bored tone. "Not quite, Mr. Alexander. I've come on to ask for your help."

Jason's fist relaxed. "Help? What does the government need me for?"

The agent sighed and motioned for Jason to sit, taking a seat himself as he told him of the new lab creating children similar to him and his friends from before. He told him about their odd behavior: actually fighting for their masters rather than allowing themselves to be freed by the agents. He also told him that he was getting the old group back together, a group to stop their rival company from continuing its experiments.

"So to be blunt," the agent said finally, "we need your help. We need all of your help. We can't do this alone and I know that there's part of you that can't stand to let kids go through these things. Help us."

Jason looked to the ground as he thought it over. He'd just finished his last song with a band he'd been playing with for three tours, finally separating to go on to bigger and better things. Perhaps this is what it was, a chance to save kids like him, to reunite with his friends from Jynthic labs and put an end to the experimentation on children. Jason stood and emptied his beer in the sink.

"When do we leave?"

[Lucas - somewhere in Afghanistan]

The darkness of the night; the dull light off the moon just barely catching the scope of his rifle. Though this was not enough to cause him any pain; no his eyes were not covered by the sunglasses, and not for another fourteen hours would he need them. His eyes were his best weapon, Though no fear, and clean kills. This was his trademark, now leading a military life Luke has become pretty well known by all the high ups, and yet still he never wanted more then what he was given. Though that wasn't the time, sitting in position as two of the four man squad was moving into position on a known building used in meetings for insurgents. His eye following the two towards the back entrance through the scope of his rifle, within a few seconds gunfire could be heard; the two had entered the back of the building and without warning were open fired open. Luke turned to his spotter. "You should get down there and help them I'll keep watch in case more show up, but from how loud it's getting down there, they could use you." The rookie nodded and was out away from the cover and down towards the building within a few moments.

After ten to fifteen minutes or so the gunfire died down and all three of his squad filed out of the house; one from the back, and his spotter seemed quite shaken up; Luke couldn't help but smile from behind his scope, he had been in these same unit for several years, the four man squad has lost members over the year and Him and one of the assualt guys were the only two left from the original formation of the squad, static began to sound in his left ear pressing into the device a voice played over. "Gunnery Sergeant O'Connor?" The voice questioned. He answered. "O'Connor here, is there something the matter sir?" His questioned was left unanswered for a few moments. "Your squad has been given leave for awhile, You are to return to the states." The man said. Lucas blinked pushing out from under his cover and shouldered his rife, as he made his way down from his point towards the other three men. "Well guys, We're to head back to the states CO's orders." He said calmly.

[Lucas- Two weeks later; Washington D.C]

He had just made it back to the states about three days ago, an odd feeling to be back where there wasn't gun blazing and explosions everywhere. He had an apartment here, and with that his military uniform was pushed back somewhere in the closet, street clothes were his thing; even in the war zone if he could he'd not wear the uniform. He didn't like the order of things. He sat in a chair in his frequently visited, and favorite little restaurant. The special sunglasses hiding his eyes. He took a drink from the coffee sitting in front of him. He couldn't help but have the same feeling he got back from his childhood. "I thought that business was over" He stated calmly looking at the suited man. "It was but now something else has come up an--" Luke's grip on the cup had grown so strong that the cup broke in his hand. "I'm not interested in doing anymore more with stuff like that" He stated growling alittle, though the man in the suit just exhaled and shook his head. "We need your help, something like what happened to you and the old group has started up again, but it's worse then before, we've already tried to handle it and all it did was backfire." Lucas closed his eyes lifting up the sunglasses and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Alright.." That being the last thing he said

[Lucas- Entrance to Jynthic Synthetics Laboratories]

Lucas looked at the entrance, memories flashing through his eyes as he ignored the words that were leaving his suited escort's mouth. He walked towards the door and pushed it open only to notice more suits waiting there to welcome him and give him a tour. He waved a hand to show he didn't need one. He had spent his childhood here, not to mention even with it looking like new, the structure of the building should be the same. He stuck his hands in his pockets sighing alittle. He put this place behind him, far behind him; working for the military and getting him away from the states. He was quite content putting all of this behind him, but to be back in it now. He really couldn't wrap his head around this. He moved towards the dorm area, old memories of these halls flying by in his mind. He followed the halls of the dorms until he found his old one. New tint placed on the inside of the window the black paint of his room and the shades pulled down. He let out a soft sigh; placing his things down against the wall removing his sun glasses and placing it on his old desk. "This place, really hasn't changed.." He mumbled to himself, taking a place on his bed and laying back staring at the ceiling.

Professor Anderson: Edinburgh, Scotland. One Week Prior.

The ringing of the bell had the hall of students already standing up and preparing to leave. "REMEMBER! Term Papers are to be left, neatly stacked, on my desk if you lot want a hope to pass the course!" The hoarse shout from the Professor Anderson redirected the flow of young men and women, most of them around twenty years old. This was his last lecture for the introductory history course, and he probably wouldn't see most of these students again. Some of them would take higher, more specified courses, whether in history majors or just to fill credits and enjoy history as a hobby, both of which were perfectly fine with him. As the last of the papers was laid on his desk, one of the students delayed, waiting for the rest to file out, and spoke up once he and Anderson were the only ones left. "Professor Anderson?" Archi, as his collegues knew him in the break room, looked up and nodded. "Well, my schedule has you next year, and its for advanced 19th century history, is there a way for me to get a headstart on the work?" Archi practically beamed at this, and nodded. "Aye, there is. Here, there is a research paper I send out about half way over summer break, for students to complete. Here's the rubric, and the other paperwork you'll need to get started. Glad you stayed behind to get some information on it. Have an excellent break." The young man nodded and thanked him, taking the paperwork given and leaving. Good lad, had his head on straight. Would go far if he kept it on straight and didn't spend too much time chasing the ladies.

But he still had work to do, and he began working on the term papers. That had been his last lecture of the day, and he began reading papers, interested in what students had chosen for their final topics. The first was media and its portrayal of history, and how the liberties taken both aid and hinder education. Not bad, but it was a broad heading. He began reading, and settled into the grading mode. It was at least two hours before he heard a knock at his door, and he looked up. "Come in." A man, suit and tie, strode in, and Archi narrowed his eyes a bit at the man. He had not been expecting company, let alone someone that looked like a spook. He pulled up a chair, and sat across from him. "Professor Archibold Anderson. A history professor, not bad for someone from the Jynthic program." Archi looked sharply at the man, and it clicked. Oh dear, this was bad. Very, very not good. But he kept his composure and resumed grading, speaking in an off hand tone. "I didn't get out of there to go back to that hellhole. I'm not being taken." The agent crossed his arms on the desk, and snapped back, biting off a curse, and Anderson laid the ruler back down. "Student or no, hands off the desk." The agent spoke quickly, and hardly in an amused tone, nursing the smacked arm. "Were not taking you back, were asking for your damned help. Though why they want the photokinetic is beyond me..." Anderson glanced up. Asking for help? "What happened, Mr. Midwestern US." The agent looked sharply at him. "Accent."

"Right, well, I can't explain here, but we really need your help. Just trust us on this." Anderson scoffed a bit. "I can barely trust the government to be corrupt, let alone trust them not to pull a fast one on me somehow. And don't try to explain otherwise, I'm a professor of history. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. I'll help you, but I won't trust you lot until you really earn it. I don't have anymore classes to lecture anyways. I just need to finish these term papers and I'll be along..." And with that, he ignored the agent utterly. The man stared at him for a few moments, and went to sit in one of the vacant seats, replacing the chair, and crossed his arms, waiting for the professor to finish with whatever work he had.

Jynthic Synthetic Laboratories, Current

It had been quite the hectic week for Archi. He had to get his vacation papers in order and all the term papers finalized and sent off, as well as finishing the grades and getting the plane, and other transport, in line. The government agent hadn't been much help, just telling him to hurry up and there was no time to waste. He had been informed of the entire situation on the flight and transport in the black SUV, and he summed it all up in one word that made one of the men smirk. A clusterfuck. Typically American attempt to brute force with the glorious cavalry to save the day again. This time the cavalry got shot up. Typical, an entrenched and nothing to lose force wasn't going to just surrender. And cavalry wasn't meant for digging out entrenchments. The main reason it went unused during the first world war, at least the Western Front. The East, where Russia was fighting, never dug down to that extent, and was mobile throughout Russia's involvement. He looked at the Jynthic Laboratories, and muttered to himself. "Seeing the place again in my life is too soon." He considered it good news that they were going to get others back together, the people he had suffered in there with. He had lost contact with all of them, and was glad to know they were safe and getting by in their own ways. He would enjoy talking and catching up with them.

The SUV jerked to a stop, and the door was opened. "We are here, sir." Sir, that he would have to change right off. "Either Mr. Anderson, or Professor Anderson. But not sir. Never was too fond of sir, lad." He had picked up on quite a few English mannerisms during his teaching career in Scotland. He had even developed an accent, subtle, but there as he got himself used to the way people spoke across the sea. He remembered leaving the States fondly, starting anew and showing the Jynthic SOB's that he could still make something important of himself. He walked into the lobby, still wearing a suit and glasses that he would wear if he were just going to lecture, rather than into a dangerous situation. The welcome committee walked over, and he cut them off. "Yes, I'm Anderson. Dorm's are still where they are? Good, rooms are the same? Even better, refurbished? Adult furniture, good. I'll see myself to them. Have a good day." He wasn't going to waste time, and the soft thud of his Doc Martin's as he strode down the halls, ignoring the memories that surfaced at the back of his head. Not until he reached his room. Within moments he was there, and sure enough things were refurbished. "They told the truth, only thing changed is the furniture..." He walked in and sat on the bed, and looked around. He remembered here all too well.

[Gregory King- Jynthic Labs]

Being the arrogant bastard that he was, Greg had turned down the government’s mode of transportation and had hired a limo to drive him from the airport to Jynthic Labs. It wasn’t as if the location was a secret but even so, the poor hired driver got a 20 minutes lecture on National Security or some other such lie before he was allowed to be led by the black sedan to the Lab.

When they finally arrived, Greg stepped from the limo and walked straight for the lobby, forcing the poor limo driver to grab the rest of his bags since Greg had only picked up his backpack which he frequently used as a carry-on for his flights. Tossing one of the straps over his shoulder, the pack looked out of place since it was old and ratty and his clothing was impeccable and name brand but it held all of his necessities and he had owned the backpack since he had been a kid, here in the Jynthic Laboratories.

Glancing around, Gregory noticed some of the minor changes first, little differences in décor or structure but as he walked into the lobby, all of his interest in his surroundings faded as he saw people standing in the lobby. Immediately he swept his gaze for the other ‘kids’ from back in the day, the other test subjects. There were a few that he didn’t really want to see again and a few that he missed like crazy.

Edd was one of the ones he had hoped would turn down the offer but there he was. Gregory smirked and as he caught sight of Demetri across the lobby, he formulated a small plan. Nothing big but it would be enough to rattle Edd’s nerves.

Walking over to Edd, Greg removed his backpack and shoved it into Edd’s arms, patting him once on the shoulder.

“Be a gent and take this too my room. Thanks, Chief.”

He almost chuckled as he made his way over to Demetri, spreading his arms wide. “Demetri? Is that you? What in the hell? You look…. Older. What have you been up to?!” As he neared, he did that semi-awkward bro-hug where he wrapped his arms around the other man, patting his back once before stepping back.

“Where’s the rest of the crew?!”


[Valeria- Jynthic Labs]



Valeria figured her first order of business was to change out of the scrubby, torn clothing she had worn for her plane trip in and into something that was actually presentable. It had, after all, been quite a while since she had seen any of the other Jynthic kids and she didn’t want to make a bad impression. The last time they had seen her, she had been 8 years old in a bright pink cotton dress with her hair in pigtails and a smattering of freckles scattered across her cheeks as she was led off to one of the local orphanages that would willing accept her.

Now, she was 19, her freckles had faded slightly though still appeared whenever she was out in the sun for a long time and her mousy brown hair had turned into a unique auburn shade that shone burgundy in the sunlight.

Moving quickly, she slipped into a simple black camisole and a pair of well-worn boot cut jeans, sliding her black boots on. She heard someone walking down the hallway and saw a flash of dark clothing as the figure passed by her room. Curiosity gripped her and she set the photo frame back onto her desk before popping out, looking in the direction that the person had gone but they had disappeared. So she strolled slowly down the corridor, peeking her head into each room, one after the other, until she stumbled upon someone lying down on their bed in a completely blacked out room.

It was Specs' room.

"Specs?!" Valeria said as she walked over, noticing the sunglasses laying upon the desk.. This was the first time she had seen someone from her childhood in....

Years.

Unable to contain herself, she hopped on the side of the bed and threw her arms around Lucas, hugging him tightly and as an afterthought, hoped that he wouldn’t accidentally deck her or something.

As she released her arms from around his neck, she sat up on the side of his bed and her eyes widened slightly as realization hit her.

If Specs was here, there might be other people too!

“SPECS!” she said, barely giving the man time to breathe, let alone ask any questions. “Are the others here? Let’s go see!” She reverted for a moment into childhood, clasping her slender fingers around his wrist and tugging him so that he knew to follow her. It was like they were kids again and they were about to sneak downstairs to meet the others for a night out in the courtyard, fake battling each other.

As she bounded out of the room, she curved around the corner and sat down upon the banister at the top of the second floor. In another throw back to her childhood, she slid the entire way down the steel railing until her feet hit the first floor of the lobby and she looked around for other familiar faces. Gregory, Demetri, Edd? All of them had decided to come?!

She couldn’t keep the smile off of her face as she crossed the lobby, seeking out the first person that she recognized, carelessly pushing past the nameless, faceless government agents that had lingered in the lobby. “Demetri?!” She asked, peering at his face for a moment before wrapping her arms around him in a big hug. “Jesus, you guys certainly grew up. Didn’t you?”

She turned next to Gregory, giving him a hug as well before her eyes lit up as she turned to Edd.

“E-Double D! How’ve you been?!” She asked, practically tackling him as her arms looped around his waist and she looked up at his face, trying to shield the slight hurt from her eyes as she said, “Your letters stopped coming. I thought something had happened to you.”

Edd was one of the few people that had actually tried to keep in touch with her after the group had been split up and they had exchanged sporadic letters up until a couple of years ago when suddenly, his letters stopped coming.

Demetri-Jynthic Lab

Demetri has just arrived at the lobby after examining the lab that he had grown so...accustomed to. He knew this place like the back of his hand, and it was not hard to get past the new look of the place and see what this was place truly was. He was one of the few that lived here most of his life, being one of the lucky ones to be volunteer for this experiment. He was probably the first one ever experimented on, if not at least up there.

"This place is the same as it always been......" He murmur walking around and pulling out an empty pack of cigarettes, "....well that just great...maybe one of those prissy agents has a smoke I can borrow" He murmured heading toward the lobby where he first arrived in.

Demetri shortly arrived into the lobby, and saw a small gathering of people with familiar faces. It didn't take him long to realize that these were the people he use to spend time together with in this dump. The ones who he look out for and the ones who look after him, well most did anyways. "Well I'll be...they were telling the truth for once...it good to s-" Demetri said before being hugged by a woman who he, at first didn't recognize. "V-Valeria?! Is that you!!" Demetri could not believe his eyes, as they watch Valeria walk up to greet everyone. "My look at you...how you have grown

"Sooo...the whole gang back eh...of course this was the last place I expect to have a reunion...." He joked looking around please that all of the people here seem to have move past this lab and found a career of their own. Looking around to see if anyone resemble Lucas before finding him. Lucas wasn't very hard to find considering he always had those sunglasses .

"Lucas...I see you still have to wear those ridiculous sunglasses....." Demetri joked walking over to him. Of all the guys here, he was probably the closest to Lucas relating to him better than most other guys. Even now they were close being in the same line of work somewhat...except Lucas was in spec ops shooting people and he was a freelancing mercenary disguise as a charming waiter...well closer-related than any other people here at least. They kept in contact when one another every once in while, although Demetri couldn't contact him often due to him being in the army...a branch of the government. "Although even with those sunglasses on..I bet you still have one hell of an aim....."

When he heard the old nickname he flinched and went to sit up, and about at the same time arms wrapped around him, He chuckled lightly as she released him though as she stated his name again and two more questions burst from her lips. He went to say he didn't feel right going down there yet but before he could she tugged on him to get up and as he watched the girl race out of his room he stood up grabbing his sunglasses and sliding them over his eyes.

He followed her downstairs; though not in the same way just walked down stairs. The reunion was quite interesting Edd, Gregory and Demetri. He couldn't help but smile alittle as Val hugging all of the old friends. Though as Demetri walked up to him commenting on his glasses he chuckled. "These maybe ridiculous but these are what keep me from dying out in the sun." He stated his smile still growing as Demetri continued. "Well I don't wanna brag but I've taken to just being a sniper in the background." He stated and then chuckled alittle more. "Though I still prefer the swords you know.." He said and looked off towards the rest of the gang. He patted Demetri on the shoulder and smiled. "So what have you been up too, that last mission we called you in for; you vanished as soon as you got paid, didn't wanna stay and bask in the napalm filled area?"

He wasn't really all that curious of why Demetri left right after getting paid. Though he was curious to hear the reasoning behind it. That was always fun, excuses were the best. "You don't have to tell me you know, I understand your line of work you can't exactly spare details." he stated chuckling. He looked off to the side one more time at his old friends, still can't believe how much things have changed from the old days. He knew things would change, but it was odd being back here; and seeing everyone together again.

Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat in the government issued SUV. The seat was a wierd material, something for mass production and not for comfort, something which he wasn't used to in his line of work. He leaned forward in his seat to look through the center divider at the two agents escorting him to the rest of the group.

"How much further?" Jason asked, watching the road ahead.

The agent in the passenger seat glanced at the GPS and then back to the road. "Five minutes."

Jason sat back and reclined his chair. It'd been years since he'd seen everyone. To make sure he wouldn't make a bad impression he mentally went over everyone's names.

Greg, Mic, Archie, Val, Edd, Demetri and Lucas. It's been so long I hope I recognize them. He looked at himself and smirked. And I hope they recognize me.

Jason was seventeen when he'd left Jynthic. Greg being the same age was naturally a closer friend to him than most of the others. Mic was one of his closer friends as well, remember the photo all of them had taken so many years ago. Though she was younger than he was they'd always gotten along very well. He tried to imagine what everyone would look like after so many years had passed, how different Val must look since she was eight the last time he saw her.

The SUV slowed to a halt, Jason sitting up and looking out the window at Jynthic. So many memories flooded back to him in an instant, realizing he'd actually missed this place more than he thought. The agents stepped out of the car and opened his door. Jason grabbed one of his bags and walked toward the door, the agents behind him carrying the rest.

He approached the door and entered, shouting into the building, "Honey, I'm Hooooome!"

Clyde Vero
Novato Inc.

Lights on. Lights off. Lights on. Lights off. Tedious things were tedious and Clyde had to admit that after a few hours—days? weeks?—of being here in the fourth cylinder’s bottom-most level, he was terribly bored. He groaned and flopped down onto his back, staring at the cool surface of the ceiling. He didn’t know it was cold since he was way too short to reach it, but it looked like the floor and the floor was cold, so he just assumed. He liked to assume things because he was usually right.

Like the guy in the cell across from him. Clyde didn’t know his name or where he came from or how he got here. He didn’t care either way, really. Those sorts of trivialities meant nothing to him in reality. All that mattered were the names of those worth getting close to—and in the end, he realized recently, the only ones worth getting close to were your enemies. Clyde intended on making a lot of those.

Anyway, back to the nameless kid. If Clyde was assuming correctly, by the way the boy sat comfortable in the cell, he probably had some sort of agoraphobia or something, a hate for open spaces. That could be the only excuse for actually feeling comfortable in a smelly, cramped, cold place like this. Another thing. His powers. By the obnoxious screeching he heard every hour or so—enough to make him want to give him a bit of the electric chair treatment, though he managed to restrain himself due to bigger plans—the boy in the other cell probably had the ability to grow his nails, sharp, strong, maybe even unbreakable. Tch, what a useless power. He had all the power of a butter knife. Woo-hoo. But that was just an assumption.

Clyde, on the other hand, took great pride in his powers. Lights on. Lights off. The ability to hold electricity in the palm of one’s hand should be admired by anyone. The fact that he managed to get it after all the experimentation he was forced to suffer through, he had to admit, was only a lucky break. But he was happy for them. Indeed, he was.

Now, about leaving this place. The aforementioned plan, that is. Clyde came to the realization that if he wanted to get out of this awful place any time soon, the only way to do so was with a proper attitude. That’s right; he’s talking about straight-up sucking-up. Even the thought of puppy-eyeing these God-forsaken workers here at Novato with his tail between his legs made him nauseas, but what’s necessary is necessary and there’s no way out of it. Not that he wants out, but—he’s getting ahead of himself now.

“I’ve been stuck here too long,” Clyde mused aloud to himself, rolling over to his stomach. “I’m starting to ramble in my head.” He looked over to the other cell—the one placed next to his own and frowned. His recent companion didn’t seem to be up and atom yet. It was almost inspection time; the time where a few workers came by once a week and took people out of the ‘bad-boy’ area and put them back in the crowd with the others, the ‘good-kids.’ Clyde had been on exceptional behavior lately, despite his being stuck here, so he hoped to be taken out soon. He could only assume the same for the girl in the cell beside him.

“Oh, Delilah, dear,” he cooed, wondering if she could even hear him between cells, “wakey-wakey. It’s almost time we get out of this rat-hole and back to civilization.” Whatever that is, he thought with a chuckle.


Ooc: If there's anything wrong or inaccurate about this post, please let me know and I will promptly edit it correctly. Thank you.

Caught off guard during his trip to memory lane, a backpack was tossed in front of him, in which he caught by reflex. “Be a gent and take this too my room. Thanks, Chief.” Said the man as he patted Edd on the shoulder and walked off.

Between the voice and attitude, he instantly knew it was- “Greg.” Edd replied in a ‘seriously, dude?’ tone. But Greg ignored him as he steered his attention to give a warm welcome to, “Is that Demetri?” He took a step to approach Greg and Demetri but stopped and looked down at the backpack that he was holding.

Edd was an individual of extraordinary amounts of patience. It would be to no one’s surprise if they caught Edd sipping tea with his enemies. But there were very VERY few people who had run out of Edd’s patience ages ago…and Greg was one of those special individuals. Not even time could heal the sensitivity of annoyance of Greg.

I could drop off his bag to his room no problem, as a pile of ashes. He thought himself. No no Edd, you will not be the one to make a scene…at least not the one to start it. You’re here on mission. You’re here on a mission. Edd inhaled a deep breath through his nose. He then sighed to the side of his mouth, exhaling a small quick flame, expelling any irritation along with it.

“Demetri?!” A young woman said aloud as she appeared from the passing crowd of government of employees. Edd’s face lit up to see it was Val. Her cheerful self. She hugged both Demetri and Greg and then caught sight of Edd. Edd smiled and was midway raising his hand to wave when came hurdling towards him. Edd dropped the backpack before she nearly cleared him off his feet.

“E-Double D! How’ve you been?!” She said.

Edd replied, “I’ve been good, Val.” He wrapped his arms around her to return the hug.

“Your letters stopped coming. I thought something had happened to you.” He could her the slight sadness in her voice when she said that.

Edd looked down at her. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He paused a bit. “I’m, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to reply to you. The last few places were short of a mailbox and…” He didn’t want to bring up the real reason he stopped contacting his old friends. Ever since his incident of mercenaries’ attempt to kidnap him, he thought the best idea was to cease any connections with concern that they may be intercepting his letters, ultimately risking their safety. He couldn’t bear thinking of endangering his friends, especially Val.

“Honey, I’m hooooome!” Edd looked up to see who it was, “Jason’s here too.” He scanned the room to see Lucas made it too. “Wow, they weren’t kidding. They were getting a hold of everyone. And it’s great to see everyone’s okay.” He sent a quick gaze over to Greg, “And still the same.”

He asked Val, “I take it you just arrived here as well?”

→ Latitude 41.352386 and longitude -79.169047, Novato Incorporated the 4th Cylinder lowermost floor a little to the right of the center of cell 23 was were subject Delilah was located. The weather is temperate with neutral humidity, as would be expected indoors, and the mood is sour, as would be expected in a detention facility. The lights next to her flicked on and off systematically, but the annoyance it would have otherwise caused was more than welcome. At least with some sort of environmental change she could be reminded that she was indeed alive and still coherent. Though for someone of Delilah’s expertise, coherency was never an issue.

What was an issue was Delilah herself; they had a nickname for her at the facility, ‘Delightful Delilah’. The name struck most as a completely accurate description of Delilah; that is if delightful here meant someone who spends every waking hour of their life and every ounce of energy they posses to be completely uncooperative and vehemently rude, with bouts of screaming childish behavior thrown in for extra pizzazz. What delightful actually meant, greatly pleasing and charming, was something Delilah would never be for as long as she lived. That was why she was here, for the umpteenth, sorry, the 328th time. That number would actually be better expressed for how many times she had been out of the 4th cylinder, as really they only took her out these days if they needed her to do something for them. Her powers were not something to be taken lightly by the company, and yet they could hardly have their subject causing trouble and disobeying them at every turn. They learned their lesson when she scrambled the finance matrixes, leaving them almost bankrupt if they could not place the numbers back in order. Lucky for them they did, and it honestly was not the meanest thing Delilah could do, all that they had to do to fix the situation was go in and re-do years of funding transactions. It was nothing that a month of all nighters couldn’t fix.

At the moment Delilah was lying very still, appearing to be asleep, her back towards Clyde. Despite the apparent cold shoulder, Clyde was someone that woke her up, and I do not speak in literal terms. It had been 2,428,068 minutes since she had been in a cell next to him. They used to speak to each other, whisper to one another plans to get out, wishing they had this tool or that, bringing comfort in their mutual desire to get the hell out of the horrid place that held them captive. Delilah was used to thinking of things in terms of representation, and Clyde represented a time when she had her wits about her, metaphorically speaking. Because even though her intelligence increased exponentially since last they met, her hope of escape had dwindled to nothing, though for the life of her she could not remember exactly when it was that she had stopped hoping. Seeing him again served as almost an inspiration to begin again what she had given up on. For now she was in a moment of meditation, sorting through flashes of memory and emotions, coming to a decision that she required her heart; I do not mean the grotesque organ pumping blood through her body, to commit to a goal. After all of that time lying dormant, her heart was not so quick to respond.

Clyde spoke, telling her things she already knew which was something, again, which she would have found annoying if it didn’t serve as a reminder that she was alive in this pure white cell. “I hate the color white, and it’s everywhere in this damn place.” She didn’t move a muscle save for those in her mouth and throat, her voice sounded hoarse, as though it had neither been used nor had water for the past couple of days. “But to my utter chagrin, they don’t even have the decency to make the bars of our cage white; they make them crystal clear, as if to mock our true desire.” Neither of their cells had been sound proof, as she had been quiet for some time now, and Clyde was not loud enough to annoy the rest of the subjects into frenzy, much like Delilah had done a month ago.

Delilah finally shifted, rolling (she was securely fit into a restraint jacket, and could not move her arms) to face Clyde. “And our true desire still encompasses one thing correct? Even after 2,428,068 minutes and 67 seconds in absence of one another, we still want the same thing…correct?” She whispered the last word, her eyebrows rising slightly. He did, she knew he did, and before allowing him to answer she smiled, giving a wink as the doors opened and the clack of heels neared them, stopping at the first cell. ’Then play along.’, she mouthed silently, suddenly swinging herself upright and sitting straight, in a perfect kindergartener position. Her ears rang from a noise that did not come from her bracelet, and her head span in circles. To her it seemed that way at least, she swayed and closed her eyes tightly to try to steady herself. She had not eaten in four days, save for a small cracker, and she had not had a drink of water for two days. This was her personal choice of course, and at these moments of movement she regretted it.

The white coat almost walked past her cell, “Wait!” she said, sounding desperate and pitiful with the help of her deteriorated state. The behaviorist, a man obviously fascinated with twisting the psyche, stopped mid-stride. His expression was surprised, and his perfectly prim hair almost seemed to prickle. He was not a fan of Delilah, was anyone? “I’m sorry...” suddenly tears came from her hazardous green eyes and she sniffed. The scientist loosened considerably, suddenly fascinated by her apparent breaking point, he straightened his gasses and walked over, bracing his clipboard. The two entered into a game of chess.

“Those are words I did not believe I would ever hear from you Miss Delilah.” Pawn forward His voice was akin to one of those agitatingly calm behavior correctors, the ones who went ’Now Timmy, was that really necessary?’ and spoke to you as though you were five.

Delilah let out a sob, “I’m sorry, I want to behave now. My behavior is hopelessly illogical, I am only hurting myself by acting this way and I’m tired of being miserable!” Knight forward If Delilah had decided to simply cry her way out of this, just saying sorry, the ‘jig’ would have been close to ‘up’. Delilah showed repeatedly that she was a logical thinker, and simply breaking down crying without reason would not be logical. What her testers did not know that she was also a creative thinker, and thus her wonderful performance.

“Well.” He scribbled on his board furiously and crossed his arms; his hand on his chin in the dorkiest habitual gesture Delilah had ever had the misfortune of seeing. “Delilah your noise level has been completely silent for the past month, we’ve been feeding you through a tube, and it weren’t for your life signs we would think you were dead. Can you explain this behavior to me?” Pawn forward once more.

Delilah tried to stifle her sobbing, her voice skipping a bit. “I just…I’ve been in meditation. Miserable meditation…and then they moved me from the sound proof rooms and put me in this cell.” She looked over to Clyde. “And Clyde…” She hiccupped, “I haven’t seen him in so long, we’re friends…and I don’t want to be so alone anymore.” She had calmed down considerably, using a voice that was assuredly inducing the doctor’s pathos. As she could see as she demurely looked up at him. Knight forward, Pawn eliminated.

“I see.” He checked off his clipboard “Well Clyde is this true? I know you don’t seem to enjoy the company of many, but neither does Delilah. It would be curious to see that you two actually get along.” Bishop diagonal, four spaces Delilah had gotten the check mark, a sign that she was going to be getting out of here. Now it was Clyde that the doctor was going to be playing chess with.

[Gregory-Jynthic]



Gregory turned, allowing his eyes to follow Valeria as she bounded away from him on her way to hug Edd and he sighed out loud as the other man dropped his backpack. “Edd, Edd, Edd….. Honestly. I don’t ask you to do much,” he walked over, picking up his backpack and slinging the strap back over his shoulder as he smirked and looked Edd right in the eye. “And this is why. You simply can’t perform the easy tasks.”

Snickering to himself, Greg turned and eyed the stairs for a moment before announcing to the room. “I’m going upstairs to throw my shit in my room if anyone needs me.” He didn’t wait for a response and instead, dragged himself up the stairs, two at a time. Wandering down the hallway, he looked from side to side. Everything seemed smaller to him.

As he passed by one of the rooms, he saw Archi sitting on a bed and Greg stopped in his tracks, spinning around and entering the room.

“Archi, my man! When in the hell did you sneak in here?” Greg held a hand onto the strap of his pack as he took a look around Archi’s refurbished room, grinning widely at the other man’s appearance. He looked every part of a History professor and for a moment, Greg wondered if that was what he had become. Archi always had a severe fixation with anything historic or ancient and when those lessons had come up during their classes in Jynthic, Archi had taken the reins, sometimes even correcting whichever scientist was unlucky enough to teach them that day.

It had been hilarious to witness.

After awaiting the man’s reply, Greg jerked his thumb to point back down the hall towards the stairs. “Whole gang’s here. Don’t you wanna go say hi?” He crossed the room, smacking Archi on the back once in a friendly gesture before walking back out of the room and heading to his own quarters. It was the last door on the end of the hall to the left and before he even crossed the threshold he had swung his backpack in, letting it land on his bed.

“Ahhh home sweet home,” he said, taking only a moment to look around before he headed back out to the lobby once more. Hopefully, these government bastards would tell them their plan soon so they could get the job done, get out and get the hell home.




[Valeria-Jynthic]



Valeria peered at Edd as he explained the reason for his abrupt cessation of communication. “I’m, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to reply to you. The last few places were short of a mailbox and…”

She felt her brow quirk quickly, easily catching how he trailed off at the end of his sentence. It was as if he had something else to add, some other reasoning but didn’t want to tell her. Before she could ask him anything further though, a voice called out loudly from the courtyard before the heavy double doors swung open.

"Honey, I'm Hooooome!"

Val laughed, recalling the way that Jason had always said that after being gone for training somewhere on the compound and she shook her head. It was just like old times.

“Jason? Is that you?” She asked, her eyes widening a bit as she spotted him. “HULK!” she suddenly said in a voice that was a bit louder and as he approached she threw her arms around him as well, delivering yet another hug. One of the benefits of being the girl in the group was that she could actually show them that she had missed them. The boys seemed to be content with their back pats and whatnot.

As she released Jason she turned her head as Edd spoke to her again.

“I take it you just arrived here as well?”

Grinning, she nodded and walked to the large slightly curved countertop that blocked the large receptionist-style desk from view. Reaching one hand back, she pulled herself up onto the flat granite surface and crossed her legs in front of her so that she was completely seated on top.

“I arrived about a half an hour ago. I think I was actually the first here. I should get some sort of prize or something for that….” Looking around, she leaned back a bit so she caught the eye of one of the agents that was milling around the lobby and grinned. “You guys got anything that could be my prize? I deserve something!”

The agent arched both brows but decided to play along, feeling over his pockets as if looking for something worthwhile. In a moment, he produced a lighter and shrugged his broad shoulders before flicking it over at her. “Good job, girlie.”

She caught the lighter and shrugged her own shoulders in response before curving her thumb over the switch and producing a small flame. “Oh well. A prize is a prize.”

Kael - Jynthic

Kael Bowman began his casual, self-tour of the facility, his suit's coat left behind in his room and his hands in his pockets. He had just got out of a brief meeting with the other few newbies to the facility. They had just been fully briefed on the situation. He had to admit, he was still trying to take it all in. It was all pretty difficult to believe. Time would prove soon enough that everything he had just been told was the truth. Nevertheless, it was overwhelming. Especially since he was supposed to be expecting the kids' arrival very soon. He sighed as he continued on toward the dorm area. Well, they wouldn't have transferred me here if I wasn't up to the task. Kael began to think back through the years of his progression through the government ranks. It was one hell of ride, all the shit he'd been through.

As he rounded a corner, Kael heard people up ahead. The new arrivals, now doubt. More like returnees. Sure enough, a couple young men were in the hall. Right after he passed them, a young woman bolted out of a dorm, followed immediately by another man. She would have tackled Kael for sure if he hadn't started to dodge. There was only a minor collision from the excited young woman as she brushed past Kael. He almost collided with the wall. "Whoa- hey there," he said in response. He chuckled as he righted himself and continued on. Crazy kids, he thought with a smile. He then had to make a conscious effort to keep his mind wandering to his own kids. The ones he'd lost. He managed to keep his thoughts on what he'd be needing to with these kids, here and now.

Very shortly he and another agent, Michael James, would be meeting the gifted young adults and having them demonstrate and practice their abilities. It was up to Michael and Kael to come up with a plan of attack. With the data of the kids' powers accounted for, Kael and Michael could get to work , strategizing as to just how the hell they were all going to free those other poor kids from that hell hole Novato, as well as making sure it was shut down for good. From what Kael had heard, there probably wasn't a worse way for a child to grow up. He was glad he would be able to do something about it. In his mind, every kid deserved a decent, fair chance to go through life in this world. What the hell are they doing or saying to them to make them fight against us... we're trying to get them out of there. Kael kept on thinking to himself as he continued to make his way throughout the facility, waiting to be summoned once again.

Washington DC: Two weeks ago.


A man in a white t-shirt with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve and faded blue jeans waded through a sea of prospective agents.
As he walked to the front of the room he took his black John Lennon style sunglasss off and hung them from his black leather belt.
Looking over the room and after shaking his head he instructed the rookies to gather in a circle.
Black dress boots that were kept spotless were the highlight of his look accompanied by a suit jacket the inside pocket of which held a pack of very expensive cigars the kind that people pay $50 a pop for.
And a cell phone that he was forced by the agency to carry though he hated it.
As he walked to the center of the trainees his phone rang and Michael flipped the phone open answering in an irritated manner.
"Hello." a buzzing noise could be heard from the speaker but nothing more but whatever was said it made him plenty angry.
He continued with a deep scowl on his face "I don't care what you do! You were sent to recover that freak for a reason now get to it!"
As he stepped into the middle of the circle he mumbled an expletive about the man on the phone and then he addressed the recruits.
"Ladies and gentlemen...." he clasped his hands in front of his waist remembering what his superiors told him about watching his mouth and his hands.

Without a warning he continued with "I am your hand to hand combat instructor.
Today I will be teaching you the basics of combat starting with unarmed combat. For this I need a victim errr potential suspect."
He picked a recruit at random from the crowd and pointed at him with a sly smile on his face as he said
"You there..come here boy. The rules are simple knock me out that is all you need to do."
Reluctantly the man stepped into the center of the circle with Michael and Michael said very non-chalontly
"You may begin....NOW!"
Just then Michael's phone rang and the recruit stopped in his tracks.
As Michael addressed the man on the phone he began to make faces at the recruit but finally he caught a break with the man on the phone he mouthed to the agent "I said fight!"
The recruit threw a punch and Michael grabbed his wrist after moving his face from the punch. Using the recruits own momentum to carry him forward Michael let his leg where it would trip the recruit.
As the rookie lay on the ground Michael put his foot on the rookie's neck never breaking from his conversation.
Just before flipping the phone shut he told the person on the other end of the line "Yeah, yeah just go get him you know how the higher ups are. I'll have to talk to you later though I have business.
Putting the phone in his pocket Michael started to address the crowd.
"So what have we learned from this?"

Just then two men came walking through the crowd in black suits with gold buttons on the cuffs.
Those stuffy white dress shirts and dress shoes he detested he knew who they were. They were messengers and whatever it was it was probably going to be another suicide mission.
He didn't mind the missions or death so much as they paid him well for it it was the fact that they didn't have the guts to tell him themselves he couldn't stand.
One of the two men shouted at him.
"James! Agent Michael James!"
Standing in front of the crowd Michael countered quickly with.
"That's my name and you're interrupting me. What is it you want?"
The second man stated matter of factly
"Agent James you are to report to Jynthic Labs in two weeks. You will be given the details of your assignment when you leave."
Michael angled his head and a cocky smile came across his face as he said to the first man "What did you put your hand up his butt and pull his strings so he could talk? Because I could swear while he was talking I saw your lips moving."
The two men disgusted turned and walked away figuring he'd be dead soon anyway.

After a week of training his replacement Michael hopped into his 1965, tomato red, shelby cobra, convertable.
He peered at the subject of the file out of the corner of his eye while going down the road and sure as hell it was another suicide mission.
Take down a lab? Why not just blow the damn thing up and to hell with anything that would fight against us. Just get people killed for nothing.
As he rolled into the parking lot he sped up and whipped the car around causing it to spin in a circle until it finally screeched to a stop in a parking spot.
"Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie was blaring as he got his things together and picked up his bag with his clothes and various what nots in it.
He very carefully picked up the file and walked into the the lab building.
He snapped his fingers at an agent and said "Get me a wireless mic I want to address our guests."

As he strolled down the halls he said in a slightly joking overtone
"Well hello ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking.
We ask that while you are in the lab you please keep your hands and feet inside the lab at all times until the planning comes to a complete stop.
To our guests we further request that if you have any questions please see the man in the faded jeans pretending to be an agent and he will answer them in the manner he best sees fit.
To our agents if you're listening to this...get off your ass and get to work! I don't want all of the questions!"
Half smiling to himself he then stated a part of the mission statement.
"Now perhaps you may be wondering why you're here if you are let me know which agent got you and he/she will be on coffee duty for the rest of his/her life.
In the meantime we are tasked with taking down an enemy facility one I am sure you are all familiar with. Normally I'd say just blow the damn building and get it over with but some suits with a higher pull say we have to save the children."

His hand covered his face and he shook his head with a sigh but then he finished with.
"I will be around to meet you all as I can but in the meantime I will be in my office attempting to sort out paperwork and coffee, not necessarily in that order. If you would like to save me the trouble of looking up your file and coming to see you individually I would appreciate it.
Thank you and we hope you enjoy the five star accomodations we have here along with the two star food I am sure we will all enjoy soon."
His final act as he walked around a corner was to light a cigar and stroll off with the final comment not realizing his mic was still on...
"I'm not kidding we'll be having dinner at 6 and nausea at 7 if they have the same cook as the academy."

Kael - Jynthic


That must be Michael Kael thought as the announcement over the intercom blared. I like 'im, Kael thought after Michael had finished his broadcast. Not being able to help but smile, Kael headed towards where the offices were supposed to be. "Time to get to work," he thought aloud. He made his way to where he'd seen the offices before hand. So far this Michael character was definitely fitting the descriptions he'd gotten. After hearing who he'd be working with, Kael made sure to ask as many people as possible as to who exactly he'd have to work with. He'd had some bad partnerships before. And not knowing what to expect was never fun, especially when you had to deal with people.

Once Kael arrived at the offices, he found the one that had been labeled accordingly. He peered into the window and saw Michael in his basic clothing attire. Kael suppressed a chuckle. He'd been beaten. Kael's lack of black coat and loosened neck tie was nothing to the white T-shirt clad man before him. Kael knuckled the door a few times before opening it and proceeding in.

"Hey there," Kael said casually. "Kael Bowman." He sat down and offered his hand for a generic greeting across the desk. "So, it's time to get down to business, eh? You seem like the man with the plan. How shall we begin?"

Decon opened his eyes... the first time in awhile, he could feel the solid ice around him it gave him comfort in this prison of his, to be a little more specific he was in a cylinder-like cryo-containment cell that was inside the very floor of the facility it was specially designed for him and could only be opened from the outside so obviously it was going to be a hard time getting out. He glanced up through the narrow slit of glass the served as a window to the outside world, he knew it was impossible to try and break it, and besides it would not get him far so for now he was content with waiting to see if anyone happened to come along and was curious enough to open his cell... but for now he would prop up his feet using his power to make a foot rest and sing a little song;

"They pumped me full of energy.
Which ain't gonna help them in eternity!
Now people will say I'm a nut.
and that is when i kick their butt!
And when they say they can't let me out i have to agree.
Because when they do you see. I hit them with a fee: You can ether pay up or i'll shut you up!
Because that's just me!"

He started laughed uncontrollably when he finished the song then after a few moment he started to sing again.