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Warren flew through the night sky in a blue and white suit. Wings extending, muscles contracting, he was ready for a fight. As it were, there was no fight to be had. Archangel landed on a nearby rooftop and looked out over the city. Aggravation was all over his face and he couldn't believe what he'd found out earlier when checking in on one of Worthington Industries leading bio-chemists....

[b]Hours earlier...[/b]

Lucy, Warren's personal secretary, showed in Mr. Sweet. Warren was sitting behind his desk, wing concealing jacket on as always. He had a little paperwork in front of him. Budget reports, receipts, some documents between Doctor Sweet and Warren Worthington II. 

"Thank you for coming in Mr. Sweet. I was hoping to discuss these budget reports and what you and my father were working on..." Warren began before the sinister looking gentleman spoke up.

"I'll cut the act if you will, Mr. Worthington. I know your secret. That you're a mutant with big ol' bird wings under that frumpy coat of yours. Presumably the same one running around in tights calling himself Archangel pretending to be a superhero." Mr. Sweet said with a grin and clasping his hands in front of him with his elbows on the other side of Warren's desk.

Warren had a look of shock on his face now. He couldn't believe this guy knew that much about him. 

"What do you want? I can't keep giving you the company's money for whatever you and my father were cooking up..." Warren began.

"What we were cooking up? How about I show you instead..." Sweet continued pulling out an iPhone and showing Warren his biological clone, without wings and in a simple t-shirt, with Warren's father... "You didn't think all those photos that showed up in the papers were just photo manipulations did you?"

Warren was still in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. 

"I was on the phone with them twenty minutes before arriving. Cut my funding now after I've accomplished so much... and I'll have WW4 drown WW2 before they reach the Bahamas." Sweet continued smiling in sinister fashion. 

"You're bluffing." Warren claimed trying to man up, before Sweet stood up from the desk and put his hands in his pockets.

"We'll see about that..." Sweet responded walking out the door. 

~KL~