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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
Chris reclined in his chair, aboard his private jet that was headed back to his Virginian residence. While enjoying the refreshments from his private bar, he began to mess around with a wire mesh version of the Daedalos Mark 4. As if he were playing finger football, Chris flicked the helmet of the wire mesh model, sending the computerized image to fly across the enclosed hull of the plane. In its place, Chris took a modernized version of a hoplite helmet and plopped it onto the miniature-scaled model.

“Now that looks better.” Chris said to himself.

Suddenly, a red light that was next to the on-board monitor started to flash. Once Chris flipped on the screen, Colonel Cornwall’s image appeared, his expression revealing that he was not in a good mood (although Chris has never seen him in a “good” mood, so this was normal).

“So, you finally are getting back to work. It’s about time. How in the world do you get anything done?”

“Like the good, old proverb says, ‘All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy’. I might as well come and see what has been going on since I left for the warmer temperatures of the tropics. So what’s up?”

The Colonel’s face gave Chris a puzzled look, as if he could not believe that he did not know about the current events. “Have you not heard about the several meta-human incidents that occurred in Lost Haven?”

“Just the near miss collision by the falling space station and how that one meta-human successfully diverted its course. What’s his name? I know it starts with an ‘I’.”

“Icon.” The Colonel grumbled.

“Oh, that’s right. Icon. So, what else has been going down in that great city in Maine?”

“Well, first off, there was an attempt on Albrecht Macros, the founder of Marcos International.” As the Colonel began to mention the incident, footage from the assassination attempt appeared on the screen. “Fortunately for Marcos, Icon swiftly came onto the scene and helped thwart the attempt.”

“Cool sword.” Chris said to himself. He started to manipulate a new wire frame model in a shape of a long sword that matched the style of the armor he was developing. While he knew that he could never in his wildest dreams replicate the assailant sword using today’s technology, Chris was still glad it inspired him to create this addition. He even threw in what he called an “Energy Pila” into the design, energy based spears inspired by both Homeric warfare and the Roman Pilum. 

“Well, obviously the assailant’s weaponry and armor seems far more advanced than that we have, do you have any idea to whom tech it belongs?”

“No idea. We checked our Intel on the North Koreans, the Chinese, the Russians, even the Iranians, but nothing comes up. It obviously must be privately created and owned.”

Chris leaned back in his chair, pondering on the implications of the unknown assailant’s origin. “Interesting”.

“That’s not even the strangest event! Do you know Little Ulster in Lost Haven?”

“Not particularly. I know Lost Haven is like the New York of Maine, but I don’t really ever go that far north, especially during the winter.”

“Well, Little Ulster was basically a microcosm of Detroit that was situated in Lost Haven. However, here are before and after images of the city”. The image on the left portion of the screen displayed the “old” Little Ulster, revealing a run down and dank city. However, the image on the right was a stark contrast. Greenery and nature seemed to have expanded throughout the city, even as much as replacing one of the larger housing complexes with a giant park.

“Looks like incredible construction work to me.” Chris replied.

“What if I told you that these images were taken within hours of one another? Human hands did not change Little Ulster, Mr. Arthur. A freaking Metie did. We are not sure yet how he or she did it, but we are going to find out!”

“What’s your course of action?”

“Well, we are sending in your DM4 prototype out to investigate the area, of course. We need some Intel on this matter.”

“You’re sending in the prototype?” Chris questioned the Colonel, wondering why ST.R.I.K.E. would take such a bold move by sending in a prototype, when it had not been fully armed yet.