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Casey grunts, holstering his pistol.

"Well if I can't shoot him, lets get to the damn Buy More."

He grabs a pot of coffee off the burner, and pours a glass of a "liquid" that appeared the consistency of sludge. A smile instantly graced his face as he swallowed the gunk in one gulp.


I try not to vomit as Casey drinks his motor oil. I tired it once....I didn't blink for 12 hours. Or taste food. Or see the color purple.

***

Driving to the Buy-More in the Herder is fun. Except when I'm carpooling with Casey. Because, even though I'm legally responsible for the car, somehow he gets to drive.

"So, um...how's life?"

Glare.

I scrunch up a bit and stare out the side window.

***

I'm opening today. Which means Casey and I are the first to the store. The only two at the store because, honestly, who comes to work early when they don't have to.

I look over at the Orange Orange and smile as Sarah opens the door. She looks back and smiles. I give her a small wave.

Grunt.

"Really Casey, you need to practice your Eng-..."

Casey looks down at me. "What?"

"Um...we're opening today, right?"

"Yeah...?"

"So, I'm wondering...why are the front doors unlocked?"
 
Casey's eyes narrowed at the unlocked doors. "STAY. IN. THE. CAR."

Casey grabbed the hand scanner from the passenger seat, and pulled the pistol out from its disguised case, checking to see that it was loaded. Smirking happily he put it back in and edged his way into the store.

"Big Mike? You here? Lester? Jeff? Anna? ...uh Morgan?"
 
Casey's eyes narrowed at the unlocked doors. "STAY. IN. THE. CAR."

Casey grabbed the hand scanner from the passenger seat, and pulled the pistol out from its disguised case, checking to see that it was loaded. Smirking happily he put it back in and edged his way into the store.

"Big Mike? You here? Lester? Jeff? Anna? ...uh Morgan?"


Casey grabbed the hand scanner from the passenger seat, and pulled the pistol out from its disguised case, checking to see that it was loaded. Smirking happily he put it back in and edged his way into the store.

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A gruff voice rouses me from my sleep. Damn it, I wanted to be out of here before they opened.

You're getting sloppy, Pete.

I look over the couch and see a pistol pointed directly at my forehead, and the owner of the voice is the one aiming it at me. Well this isn't the best way to start the day.

Relax, Petrelli. He's wearing a Buy More uniform. He isn't a Company man.

I feign fear and put a quiver in my lip, "P-p-please don't shoot. I just needed a place to sleep. I didn't take anything I swear."

I put my hands up, and hope to heaven that he believes me, or else things are gonna get messy.
 
"Hrm. It's a hand scanner, tard. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to detain you, trespassing and all."

Casey grabbed him by the arm.

"See if Big Mike wants to press charges."
 
"Hey, come on now. Is that really necessary?"

"Told you to stay in the car."


"I did...stay near it.......for a minute."


Glare. How the heck does he make each glare a little different?

"Come on. It doesn't look like he stole anything. Just needed a place to sleep. No harm done, right?" I sigh. No getting through to Casey. Although, I guess this guy did break the law.

I turn to the stranger. "Hi. I'm Chuck. The big scary guy, as we affectionately call him, is Casey. And you are...?"
 
TRACY STRAUSS
NEW YORK CITY


Tracy sat in her apartment as she looked down at the busy streets below.

knock, knock

Tracy re-fastened her robe around her waist, folding it far over her breasts. She slowly open the door half-way, being careful not to let her guest see her so unprofessionally.

She opened to man staring at the door across from Tracy.

"Hello" she called to him as he sprang back to face Tracy.

"Tracy Strauss?"

Tracy gave a smile. "Yes, that's me. Can I help you?"

He fidgeted around, checking his bag for various documents.

"Yes actually. I'm a reporter for the New York Times and I'm actually doing a story right now."

"On what I might ask?"

He gave a short pause.

"On your death Miss Strauss."

Tracy didn't know what to say. What drug was this reporter abusing? He obviously didn't look very professional.

She finally managed to give out a little laugh.

"Is this a joke? As you can see, I'm not dead."

He showed her the papers held in his hands, pointing out several details.

"Well I was doing some research on your career, you know. After all, you have clearly made yourself against super humans, which makes a story on you very interesting. Well I was looking into your life a little bit, and I found this."

He pointed to a picture of a woman that looked exactly like Tracy, but somewhat different.

"This is an obituary."
Tracy stared at the reporter. "Why would there be an obituary about me? Plus look at the date! This is a while back. And I think me standing here is enough proof. This isn't me!"

The reporter didn't fight back or anything. He simply smiled.

"Exactly...which makes this all the more interesting. I was hoping we could schedule a meeting; when you're not busy of course."

Tracy looked at him, unsure of what to do or say. She nodded.

"Yes of course. I'll look at my schedule and let you know."

The reporter dropped a card in her hand, and walked off, leaving the papers with Tracy.

She gave them another look.

"Niki Sanders......"
 
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A price scanner? Seriously? How did I miss that? and man is this guy strong for an electronics store employee.

"Hey, come on now. Is that really necessary?"

"Told you to stay in the car."


"I did...stay near it.......for a minute."


Glare. How the heck does he make each glare a little different?

"Come on. It doesn't look like he stole anything. Just needed a place to sleep. No harm done, right?" I sigh. No getting through to Casey. Although, I guess this guy did break the law.

I turn to the stranger. "Hi. I'm Chuck. The big scary guy, as we affectionately call him, is Casey. And you are...?"

As soon as Chuck walks in my brain goes haywire. My telepathy is picking up all kinds of information flying out of this guys head. It's never happened before, it's like he's a computer shooting out data left and right.

I get my mind under control, but it's obvious that Chuck's different. I don't know what it is, but he's got something in his head that normal people don't.

The two of them are giving me odd looks, "Ummm...you okay buddy?"

"What...oh...yea, sorry. The names Peter Petrelli. Nice to meet you, Chuck."
 
A price scanner? Seriously? How did I miss that? and man is this guy strong for an electronics store employee.



As soon as Chuck walks in my brain goes haywire. My telepathy is picking up all kinds of information flying out of this guys head. It's never happened before, it's like he's a computer shooting out data left and right.

I get my mind under control, but it's obvious that Chuck's different. I don't know what it is, but he's got something in his head that normal people don't.

The two of them are giving me odd looks, "Ummm...you okay buddy?"

"What...oh...yea, sorry. The names Peter Petrelli. Nice to meet you, Chuck."


"Nice to...meeeeet....." My eyes cross and my brain...turns...to......

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....mush! Suddenly I snap back into the Buy-More. "Uh-Casey, can we talk for a sec." I pull at his arm, but he doesn't budge.

"Not now."

"Yeah, I think now. I just had a flash of an idea."
 
TRACY STRAUSS
NEW YORK CITY


It all happened so fast that Tracy had no idea what to do. One minute the reporter was there, the next, he wasn't...

She had gone there for the interview a few days later, anxious to gain more answers from the bumbling reporter. She'd gone in, answered questions of her career and political stance (she held no opinions back) on proposed super human policy.

But soon enough the name Niki Sanders soon came up.

"Do you know the name Niki Sanders?" he asked.

Tracy showed no emotion but that of a strong woman. She never would have succeded in politics without her ability to maintain her composure.

"No, I've never heard of her."

"You both seem to share a very similar appearance. Why is that?"

"Like I said, I don't know anything about this woman except that she seems to share my face."

Tracy sat calm as the reporter searched through his papers.

"Ms. Strauss, do you know a Nathan Petrelli?"

She paused.

"Yes...he was the one who announced the existence of the natural evolved humans living among us. I actually did some work with him a while back. He shares some similar view points."

The reporter kept his eyes scanning through his papers.

"Have you ever slept with him Ms. Strauss."

Composure...keep composure. That was Tracy's only job today.

"Excuse me?"

He looked up as serious as possible.

"Have you ever slept with Nathan Petrelli when he was still married to his wife?"

"Of course not."


He grabbed out of his bag a small portable DVD player and pushed play. On screen, two figures made love. One Tracy immediately recognized as Petrelli, and the other was....Tracy?

"This was obviously photoshopped. I've never shared more than a few words with the man. Did you make this? I will make sure you never write another story again!"

As hard as she tried, Tracy was losing it. She could feel adrenaline rushing through her veins, sweat gleaming on her forehead.

"I got this tape from a casino belonging to a man named Linderman. He's dead now, but that's besides the point. The point is, you slept with Petrelli while he was married. How long did this affair last between you two?"

At this point, Tracy wasn't holding back.

"GIVE ME THAT TAPE!"

She thrusted her arm out, reaching for the DVD player in the reporter's hands. He quickly moved it, putting his arm to Tracy's palm.

In a flash, the man turned to ice and shattered over the floor as frozen blood and ice spread across the carpet.

Tracy stood there terrified. What had she just done? What the hell happened? This was not supposed to happen. She was Tracy Strauss, opposer of super-humans running around New York City fighting crime in outfits, free of any law or supervision! Now...was she one of them?

She gasped for air, as she ran to the curtains and closed them.

This couldn't be happening...

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"Nice to...meeeeet....." My eyes cross and my brain...turns...to......

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....mush! Suddenly I snap back into the Buy-More. "Uh-Casey, can we talk for a sec." I pull at his arm, but he doesn't budge.

"Not now."

"Yeah, I think now. I just had a flash of an idea."
Casey grunts and narrows his eyes at the trespasser.

"Seems you make my buddy here nervous. You an' me are gonna go sit in the office til Chuck can get our security officer in here. Lucky for you its her day off, or maybe unlucky, see she makes me look like a poodle." Casey nearly cringes from his lies, and nods at Chuck hoping that the dense bastard realize he was alluding to Walker. Casey did cringe as he realized Chuck might instead call Anna. He scrunched his eyebrows together with his index finger and thumb in frustration and said, "Unless you don't think Walker needs be involved, but she's so much better at this than me." The irony dripped from his voice and he hoped that the perp didn't pick up on it. Something happened to make Chuck flash, but Casey couldn't risk a private talk with him, because then this Petrelli guy might make a run for it, and its just too damn early to give chase.
 
"Huh? Oh! Yeah. Right. I'll go get her right now." I point at Peter. "You, uh...don't move, right? I mean, don't freak out or anything, 'cause...I'm sure it'll all be fine. But, uh, well let Walker decide." Casey glares at me as I ramble on.

"Be right back." I force myself to walk calmly, yet quickly, out of the Buy-More. I really need to start working on my improv. Once I get out of the store, I take off running for the Orange Orange.

I get to the door and try it, but it's still locked. Sarah wouldn't be expecting any customers for another half-hour. So I just rattle the door and bang it with my fist. "Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"

She must have heard me because she sticks her head out from the back room. My eyes get big and I bang harder. "Sarah! Hurry! Open the door!" She rushes over and unlocks it. The door swings open and she pulls me inside, reaching for a concealed weapon.

"Chuck! What is it? What's wrong?!"

"CaseyBuy-MorePetrelliflashopenliedyousecurity" I say in one jumbled mess.

"Chuck. slow down and breath." She pushes me behind her, peeking her head out the door, gun in hand. "Now, try again. What happened?"

I take a couple of quick breaths. "Casey and I found the Buy-More unlocked. We found a guy sleeping inside. Said his name was Peter Petrelli. I flashed on him. Big stuff. Scary stuff. We're talking genetic study, bioengineering, super powers..."

"Super powers?"


"I know! Wait...Petrelli! Holy crap. He's Senator Nathan Petrelli's brother!"
 
Well, terrific. This is just a great way to start the day isn't it?

I stand there in front of Casey, the incredibly intimidating man who is currently giving me a stare down, and wonder what is with these people.

Right after Chuck heard my name, I used my telepathy and saw pictures of my dad, Nathan, and the list of the people with abilities. What is in this guy's head?

I focus my attention on Casey, hoping to find something out about him, "...the guy seems too puny to be a FULCRUM agent, but they have tried this kind of stuff before. I just hope their high command doesn't know we've got the human Intersect here working at a ****ing electronics store..."

Intersect? What in the world is that. Some kind of CIA/FBI human test subject?

I'm broken out of my day dreaming by the return of Chuck, along with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
 
On the way back to the Buy-More, I quickly tell Sarah what I saw when I flashed on the name Petrelli. How Arthur Petrelli served in Vietnam and then became the criminal defense attorney for a company called the Linderman Group. Rumors he'd been involved with the mob, and a genetics research company called Pinehurst. But he killed himself a couple of years ago when the government started investigating Pinehurst's involvement with genetic manipulation and viral weaponry.

Now his son Nathan is recently elected Senator, apparently clean and part of an investigation into mob ties with the Linderman Group while he was an attorney. And rumors that Nathan's election was bought to make pull him away from the investigation.


What all this has to do with Peter, I have no idea. Neither does Sarah.


I take Sarah to the back where Casey is still watching over Peter. "Ok, Peter, this is Agent Walker." Sarah and Casey glare at me. "S-Security agent Walker...is what I meant to say. She keeps us safe here at the Buy-More from shoplifters and uh...people breaking in and sleeping here...and stuff like that..."

Need to work on the lying Chuck, seriously.

Sarah steps closer to Peter, and Casey subtly positions himself slightly between them. "Hi, Peter. My name's Sarah. I guess the first thing I should ask is, why you're here."
 
TRACY STRAUSS
NEW YORK CITY


For the next few days, Tracy never left her room. She told the Governor she need a few mental health days to grieve for a lost loved one.

She would spend her day mostly crying as the existence of her powers began to hit her. Whenever she got really upset though, she would end up freezing whatever she touched. Tracy couldn't understand how it worked, it would just happen which made her even more upset.

She thought about suicide several times, but she could never bring herself to that low of a point. There was a chance she could still live a normal life after all, it was only freezing. But to gain that control she needed help. That was the hard part.

Tracy didn't know who to go to which made it all the more frustrating.
 
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Elle glared at the girl, who was now amazed at what Elle had done. Elle came closer to the girl and grabbed her,
"What subject!?"
"We believe that one of Ming's royal Guards have escaped and are demolishing America and we have been tracking high electrical senses and this is where it lead us" Elle freed the girl, she turned to see if anyone else was with her,
"Who's Flash? And who are you?"
"I'm Dale Arden an agent of Planet Mongo" Dale informed Elle,
"Planet....What?!And who's Flash?" Elle questioned,
"No one you need to know, since we divided up America, he's in New York" Dale suddenly kicked Elle back, grabbing the gun once again and pointing it at Elle. Elle smashed against the car. She got herself up, she curled her fingers, an electricity bolt rose in her hand,
"Didn't you learn the first time!"
"No" Dale blasted Elle.

Elle screeched, Claire ran out her house, being re-covered. Claire ran over to the scene,
"Don't take her!" Claire jumped in the way of Elle. Elle fell to the floor. Smoke swirled out from her body.
"Who are you?" Dale pointed the gun at Claire. Elle coughed and slowly got up, she rolled behind Claire's car. Elle sent Electric vibes through the car.The engine blasted up and the door flung open and she jumped in. She pressed down on the accelerator and reversed out the driveway. She skid the car and sped away.
"HEY HEY"
Dale and Claire shouted after Elle. Dale quickly blasted Claire and shot at the car.
"@$&%!" The car swerved and stopped. Elle spotted Dale chasing after the car. Elle kept blasting the engine, she turned to Dale,
"Okay you can take me to wherever you want to take me, just help me!" Elle panicked, looking at Claire re-healing. Elle clutched the necklace. Dale jumped in the car. Claire leaned against the lamp post.
"Come back! Give me the necklace!"
"What is she on about?"
"Nothing, just buckle up *****!" Elle pressed down on the accelerator and sped away, down the highway. Claire was still dizzy from having a broken neck and having her heart blasted by radioactive beams, so she couldn't see where Elle was.
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I take Sarah to the back where Casey is still watching over Peter. "Ok, Peter, this is Agent Walker." Sarah and Casey glare at me. "S-Security agent Walker...is what I meant to say. She keeps us safe here at the Buy-More from shoplifters and uh...people breaking in and sleeping here...and stuff like that..."

Need to work on the lying Chuck, seriously.

Sarah steps closer to Peter, and Casey subtly positions himself slightly between them. "Hi, Peter. My name's Sarah. I guess the first thing I should ask is, why you're here."

I sense nothing but benevolent intentions from the three people standing in front of me. Casey maybe a hard ass, but he does it for the protection of Chuck, that much I can gather.

"Okay. I'll tell you, but it is a long story..."

*******

I finish telling them everything. I tell them about Sylar, Kirby Plaza, Adam Monroe, the Company, and how they've been chasing me the entire time since Nathan had been shot.

All they do is give me looks like I'm crazy.

"I figured that would be you're reaction," I say while using my telekinesis to lift seven plasma TVs into the air, "but I'm not lying. Now, what are you guys doing here? Because it's obvious you aren't normal retail employees. I'm not an idiot."
 
It only takes me a few minutes to track down the big red intruder in the sewers. He isn't very stealthy, but he looks like he can deal out some damage.

My brothers and I have surrounded him at an intersection, and I see Raph with his sais drawn and ready for attack.

I pull a smoke bomb off my belt and toss it in front of the behemoth, and it explodes, obviously surprising him. Almost instantly us four turtles are on him, delivering blows from all angles.

But this guy is tough. He smacks Mikey across the face with his one arm, which looks like it's made of solid rock, and gets rid of Don with the back stroke.

"Raph, attack as one, it's our only chance!"

Raph and I leap and deliver kicks to his face, which send the monster reeling.

Man...this thing is tough.

I deliver another kick to the red demon which sends him flying into the wall behind him. Like a blur I unsheathe my katana and press it up against his neck.

"What are you doing here?"

The being looks directly at me with a look of surprise and says, "You aren't frogmen."

"No, we're turtles...What are you?"

"The name's Hellboy. We need to talk, you got anywhere that isn't covered in sewer water?"

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On the way to the lair Hellboy tells me his story. How he is an agent for the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense, and how he was looking for frogmen in city. Apparently the stories about us really got around.

I then shared our story with him, telling him that we were planning on bringing safety back to the people of Manhattan, and how Splinter trained us.

"Splinter!? You're kidding me. How is the old rat?"

"You know Splinter, dude?" Mikey says as he pulls a pipe and opens the door to our home.

"Yea I know him. Help me with a case before the Purge. Taught me a couple of those moves you boys used tonight, too."

"Well, I'll let him know you're here. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

We enter our common area and Hellboy plops himself down on a couch, "Nice digs boys."

"Yes, we do well for ourselves down here."

My bothers and I bow as Splinter descends from his quarters, and he walks over to our new, red friend and gives him a hug.

"It is good to see you, Red."

"Same too you, Master Splinter. You're boys here told me all about what you are up to down here, and I must say I'm incredibly happy that someone is finally trying to bring back the glory days. This world has been in darkness for far too long."

"Exactly. We're going to show people that they don't have to be afraid. That there are those willing to fight the evil that covers this world."

Hellboy nods, but his mood turns somber, "You need to be careful though. If they find out about you, they won't stop coming after you until you're dead. And not just the bad guys. Everyone and anyone whose afraid of another war."

"We know the consequences."

"Yea, but there is nothing else we can do. We refuse to sit around and do nothing."

"Good. That's the way you have to be in this line of work. But be careful," Red says as he goes towards the door, "I'll keep this quiet at the Bureau. I'll tell them the frogmen report was a false alarm."

He takes a device out of his trench coat and tosses it to me, "It's a communicator. Let me know if you ever need some help."

I stand up and shake his hand, "Don't ever hesitate to call us if you need us. We know New York just as well as anyone."

"Will do, Leo. Now...care to give me some directions out of here?"
 
I sense nothing but benevolent intentions from the three people standing in front of me. Casey maybe a hard ass, but he does it for the protection of Chuck, that much I can gather.

"Okay. I'll tell you, but it is a long story..."

*******

I finish telling them everything. I tell them about Sylar, Kirby Plaza, Adam Monroe, the Company, and how they've been chasing me the entire time since Nathan had been shot.

All they do is give me looks like I'm crazy.

"I figured that would be you're reaction," I say while using my telekinesis to lift seven plasma TVs into the air, "but I'm not lying. Now, what are you guys doing here? Because it's obvious you aren't normal retail employees. I'm not an idiot."


Uh...wow. Yeah, just...wow.

Through everything Peter said, Sarah, Casey, and I kept glancing at each other. Casey didn't seem to be buying a word. Sarah kept an open mind at least. Me, I have a slightly different reaction.

"That is so cool! You mean superpowers are real?! It's like every comic book coming..." Casey, Sarah, and even Peter, glare at me. "...to...life?"

Ok, maybe it's not that cool. Ah, who the heck am I kidding! And that's when I realize that we've been talking for a while now and I look at my watch to make sure. "Guys! Big Mike's gonna be here in a few minutes. I don't think finding Peter here would be the best thing, do you?"
 
Peyton finished the last bits of food on his plate and drank down the final dregs of coffee. He let out a sigh of sastisfaction before digging out his wallet, leaving both the price of the meal and a generous tip for the waitress. He pulled on his jacket and gloves and left the diner.

It wasn't a very long walk home, and the streets were fairly desolate, so he decided to take his time. The air still smell of wet cardboard and soot, but it was a treat for him to walk down a city street without having to look over his shoulder to assure his hidden presence.

It had been a block or two before Peyton's ears picked up the sounds of running feet. Across the street, a woman was fleeing two men in suits and rain coats, they followed her into an alley. He didn't like the looks of it, he envisioned the helpless woman at the hands of the sinister pair, he felt his adrenline surge and a slight red tint in his eyes.

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"No, leave me alone!" the woman pleaded. "I'm afraid we cannot do that." one of the suits replied in a calm, almost professional voice, he drew a tazer and fired it at the woman, the metal prongs struck her in the chest and she fell to the pavement.

The second suit stood watch while his partner looked over the unconcious woman, he gaze went from the street to the alleyway for a moment.

THUD!

The watcher crumbled to the ground after recieving an extremely powerful blow against the back of his head. His friend spun in shock to see Peyton standing over him with murderous rage in his eyes. He shot his tazer and it hit in the chest, but the electricity coursing through Peyton did nothing more than enrage him further.

Darkman rushed forward and caught the suit right in the stomach, then procedded to punch and claw like a frenzied animal. Hot blood strucked him in the face, but did not halt his attack, the man drew a weapon from inside his coat, but Darkman was quick to break his wrist and the unusual gun clattered to the asphault.

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His partner regain composure and held out an open hand at the mysterious madman, a bony spike protruded from his palm.

But before he could do anything to defend his comrade, he was thrown back hard into the wall opposite, the spike flew into a pile of garbage. Peyton paused in his barrage of punches to stare at the woman he was trying help, her hand was outstreched. She looked briefly at Darkman and ran off.

"Wait!"

But she was long gone, Darkman return his attention to the man he was beating to see that all that what remained was a broken corpse, his head split wide open.

The dead suit's partner crawled towards the gun, but Darkman noticed, he grabbed the bone spike and pounced on the man, driving it through his eye and into his brain.

Peyton took the gun from the ground and tucked it into his belt, he then turn up and collar, put his bloody hands in his coat pockets, and fled the scene of violence.
 
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Uh...wow. Yeah, just...wow.

Through everything Peter said, Sarah, Casey, and I kept glancing at each other. Casey didn't seem to be buying a word. Sarah kept an open mind at least. Me, I have a slightly different reaction.

"That is so cool! You mean superpowers are real?! It's like every comic book coming..." Casey, Sarah, and even Peter, glare at me. "...to...life?"

Ok, maybe it's not that cool. Ah, who the heck am I kidding! And that's when I realize that we've been talking for a while now and I look at my watch to make sure. "Guys! Big Mike's gonna be here in a few minutes. I don't think finding Peter here would be the best thing, do you?"
Casey's face turns into a scowl as he looked at Sarah and Chuck. "Fine. We'll take him to the Castle." He looked back at Chuck. "You. STAY. HERE." Casey opened his locker and pressed the button hidden behind the hanging green shirts. The secret passageway opened and Casey and Sarah escorted Peter down the stairs to the Castle. "Don't think I'd hesitate to shoot you."
 
Casey's face turns into a scowl as he looked at Sarah and Chuck. "Fine. We'll take him to the Castle." He looked back at Chuck. "You. STAY. HERE." Casey opened his locker and pressed the button hidden behind the hanging green shirts. The secret passageway opened and Casey and Sarah escorted Peter down the stairs to the Castle. "Don't think I'd hesitate to shoot you."


And yet, despite the imminent warning to my life, I still start following them towards the lockers. It's only the sound of opening doors from the front of the store that stops me.

I rush back and peek outside, but don't see anyone. I look at my watch. Still a little time before the store opens. So it's not Big Mike. Great, all I need is someone else sneaking in.

I walk out into the store slowly, not sure what to expect, and not sure why I'm expecting anything. I mean, why would anyone want to show up at the Buy-More early?...

...asks the guy who just met a man who'd done just that, complete with full-fledged superpowers.


Forcing myself to relax, I smile and walk towards the Nerd Herd stand to login to the computer and-

A hand lands on my shoulder. "Hey Chuck!"

"Holycraponastick!"
I spin around, jumping out of my skin. "Morgan!"

"Hey buddy, someone suck down a little too much go-go juice during their morning coffee intake?"

"Oh, man. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Hey, no worries. Just your friendly little life-long best friend here. What's there to be so jumpy about?"

"Oh...um...just...some guys...hanging around outside the store. Kinda scary looking..."

"Say no more my friend. I've seen plenty of scary looking guys that make me jump just like that. Guess that's why the store's not ready to go." Morgan starts walking around, turning on equipment. All the stuff I was supposed to do, except that...well... "You know how Big Mike gets if the store's not ready to go on time."

"Heh. Yeah. Sure do." I start helping Morgan when it hits me. "Hey, why are you here."

Morgan looks up and off into the distance. "Why are any of us here, Chuck? One of the deepest philosophical questions..."

"No, I mean, why are you here now? Didn't you have the late shift today?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, I did. But, uh, Anna wanted to sleep into today, so I switched with her." He leans in and gives me a conspiratorial whisper. "I sort of rocked her world last night."

My eyes go wide and my face gets numb as I stare off into the distance so I don't have to deal with what I just heard. "Yeeaahh...that's great buddy." I walk past him, dazed, and absent-mindedly pat his shoulder. "And now I have to go stick a power drill into my brain."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

I suddenly find myself desperately wanting to be in the Castle right now. And wondering just what's going on down there...
 
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NEW YORK CITY

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Tracy knocked on the large door of the Petrelli Mansion in New York, anxiously waiting, planning what she would say.

Before she could even recall her words, the door swung open.

"Can I help you?" The woman stated, her eyes glaring at Tracy.

Tracy, a strong woman herself, played it smart, not letting her opponent gain an advantage over her.

In Tracy's world, everyone was an opponent.

"Hi, I'm here to speak with Mr. Nathan Petrelli. I work for the governor, my name is Tracy-"


"I know very well who you are Ms. Strauss. And what you can do."


Tracy tilted her head slightly as she addressed the elder woman before her.

"Excuse me? I'm not sure I understand."

Tracy's opponent wasted no time playing games.

"Don't play stupid with me Ms. Strauss. There's nothing you can fool me with that I don't already know."


Tracy was speechless. The Petrelli woman realized she had won, and walked away from Tracy, but left the door open.

"You may want to come inside. I'll explain everything"
 
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Washington, D.C....


The capital of the United States... Washington D.C. Home of the White House. Our next stop on our cross country summer vacation. And so far? It's been.... boring. I mean, I don't know what's worse: Listening to Granpa's stories about how democracy was born, or his cooking... Well actually, that's obvious (I'm still sick to my stomach after eating the pickled worm casserole last night...), but either way, the point is if I don't get any action soon, my head's going to explode! Or maybe....

"Please, Grandpa!? I really need this game!" I pleaded as he, Gwen and me all stood outside a video game store, with the Rustbucket parked nearby, but he didn't budge.

"No, Ben. You already have the last one..."

"But, Grandpa! This is Sumo Slammers 5! Sumo Slammers 4 is so... old." I argued.

"You know, Ben... When I was a kid--"

BOOM!!

We all turned away from the video game store window and looked over to see the bank across the street's door being blown clear off. Someone was robbing it, and it looks like I'm the only hero here to stop it.

"What are you waiting for, dweeb! Hurry up and go hero!"

"Alright alright don't rush me!" I said as I activated the watch, and started turning it's dial to find the right alien for the job.

Hmm... Ripjaws? Nope. Heatblast? Nah... Oh, here we go! He'll work perfectly.

"He we go! Time to go Fourarms!"

Then I slammed my hand down on the dial and felt as my body transformed, engulfing me in an aura of green lights, and my body started to shift and malleate, until the proccess was finally complete.

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Then I looked down at myself, hoping to find two extra arms, but I was shocked to see who the watch chose me to become...

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"Greymatter!?! Aww man! You've GOT to be KIDDING me..."

Okay, this really not the alien I need right now... I mean, how am I supposed to stop a bank robbery with an alien that's only 6 inches tall? Stupid watch! Oh well... I guess I'm going to have to make do, and I better get moving. Because another thing I hate about the Omnitrix...

...It has a time limit.
 
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Washington D.C. is the center of the United States government. While state and local branches of the American political system oversee governmental affairs at a basic, local level, the epicenter of political activity is in the nation's capitol. All three branches of the government are centered in a relatively small geographical region. Both houses of Congress, the White House, and the Supreme Court all sit within a ten-mile radius of one another.

Nine years ago, a ship floating in Lincoln Harbor was found with the crew deceased, murdered. Federal investigative agencies were on scene relatively quickly. One such agency was the now-disbanded CTU, or Counter Terrorist Unit. Investigations yielded leads that indicated that the organization Ansar al-Islam was responsible for the attack on the vessel. The terrorist organization, relatively poorly funded and organized, agencies claimed, would be unable to plan and execute such an elaborate an sophisticated attack. The ship's cargo manifest indicated that a substantial shipment of the ingestable toxin Ricin was on board the vessel, but, at the conclusion of the preliminary investigation, the ricin could not be found. CTU and it's collaborating agencies deemed the ricin as the target of the attack. The lead CTU field agent, Agent Jack Bauer, spearheaded the investigation into the missing Ricin shipment. Preliminary intelligence suggested that, should the entire shipment find it's way into the water supply, natural gas supply, or general population, casualties could rank in the hundreds of thousands.

After tireless hours of work, Bauer and his teammates at CTU discovered a connection between the terrorist organization Ansar al-Islam and a prominent figure in then-President Harold F. Barnes administration. Barnes' Secretary of Defense, Bruce Newton, was found to be in possession of several recorded phone conversations with the leader of the American-based cell of Ansar al-Islam, plotting the retrival of the ricin. Staging a meeting between the President and Newton, Bauer was able to meet the two in private, in a seculded portion of the East Wing of the White House. Once locked in the room alone with the President and Newton, Bauer proceeded to knock the President unconscious with a direct blow to the back of the neck. It is believed that Bauer then began to interrogate and extract information from Newton. The secret service, unaware of the President's meeting with Newton and Bauer, were in a panic and soon made their way to the room, but, upon arrival, found Bauer missing. He presumably escaped from a window which seemed to have been smashed open with an ornament from the President's personal desk. He eluded capture and returned to CTU where he was debriefed, but not placed under arrest due to the legal defense of "necessity," which explains that if a person's lawfulness will cause more harm than his inaction, he may break the law.

After an extensive physical examination, Newton was found to be in severe condition. The tip of the middle finger on his right hand appeared to have been sliced off with a very fine razor blade or knife. There were lacerations along the backs of his ankles, calves, and the undersides of his thigh. Contusions around his throat indicated that he had been strangled with a wire from a lamp, a method Bauer would use later on his brother, Graem. Four bones in Newton's arm had been broken, along with two ribs. The nail on his right thumb had been heaved out of the flesh, causing maximum pain and minimal blood loss. Newton had been shot once through the leg, just above the kneecap, an inury which has confined him to walking with both a cane and a knee-brace. He later admitted to taking part in the ricin conspiracy, claiming that he was planning to use the weapon against the terrorists to incite a breach in the cell's command structure, resulting in the collapse of the organization from within.

The conclusion in the day's events resulted in Newton's resignation and he successful recovery of the ricin. Bauer and his team at CTU L.A. and the FBI are largely credited with recovering the information necessary to the locating of the ricin.

"Does that sound like an accurate recolection of the day in question, Mr. Bauer?"

Jack Bauer now sits across from a panel of Congressmen, the subject of a Senatorial hearing regarding interogation methods used by the former agency CTU. His responses to the questions asked of him could prove to save his freedom, or condemn him to life imprisonment.

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"Yes, sir."

"Do you have anything to add?"

"They tell you how easy it's going to be. They sit you down in a metal chair and they strap you to countless machines, polygraphs, and vital monitors and sit there and tell you not to worry, not to listen to your gut, to ignore every modicum of humanity you have coursing through your veins. They tell you that once you take your first life, taking another one won't seem so bad. They veil their motives in good intentions. Hopes, dreams, promises of a better America. They deny the fact that the America they claim to so desperately protecting and creating died decades ago. There's nothing left of it. The nation, the government, is nothing more than a distorted echo of what it used to be... what it could be... what it damned well ought to be. Bureaucrats and politicians thrust their fingers in my face. They shake their heads in disgust when they hear about the things that I've done. They want apologies, they want excuses, but what they refuse to admit to themselves is that, while they want to save the constitution and the government, they want results more."

"I get those results. And if you expect me to apologize for it once, you're wrong. I've served my country with honor, sir. I've served it well, and I've served it with pride. The people of this nation don't owe me a single thing, but I'd like to think that I've at least earned your respect. I've been shot, stabbed, tortured, and interrogated. All in the name of the flag that's sitting behind you, all in the name of what this country stands for and, more importantly, what it should stand for."

"Surely, sir, you don't mean to come after us."

"Oh, but I do. As years have passed, the government of this country has grown more and more compromised and, senator, what you seem to fail to realize is that the people of the nation are paying the price. The people who I care about most have been alienated from me, some worse than that, all because I've been loyal to the government agencies and task forces I've been asked to serve. I serve the people of the United States of America, not corrupt politicians who bring chemical weapons into my country under the guise of patriotism."

"You feel no remorse for your actions?"

"Senator, Mr. Newton actively attempted to subvert the President's authority in a matter of both foreign and domestic policy. That behavior is tantamount to a coup d'etat."

"Yes, Mr. Bauer, but who are you to balance Mr. Newton's intentions with the results they caused? What gives you the right to coerce information from him?"

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"Senator, I've learned that sometimes intentions aren't good enough. On that day, I was faced with a decision that could have cost thousands of people their lives if I failed to act. A man like you is probably too used to working behind a desk to understand that. This hearing serves as little more than a means to your end of disgracing the CTU organization and my work. What you seem to have overlooked in your zeal to make an example of me, Senator, is that thousands of Americans survived that day without even knowing how close to death they came. Frankly, sir, you owe me. The people of the country do not, but you, sir, do. You were serving a term in the House of Representatives when the attack occured. I would expect a senator of your caliber to show some humility and deceny, instead of throwing my colleagues and the agency that saved your life to the wolves. With all due respect to Mr. Newton, he had the title of Secretary of Defense, a title which he failed to live up to. He put the lives of thousands of Americans in peril and, with all due respect to his kneecap, and civil liberties, and the law itself, those lives needed to be saved. If you're looking for an apology, Senator, I'm afraid that you've come to the wrong place. Because, frankly, I'm not sorry."

"Very well, Mr. Bauer. You shall see your day in court and a jury will decide your fate. Bailiff, take Mr. Bauer into custody and take him to a holding cell where he can await him arraignment."

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