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[i] 'Are you the person they're calling Icon? This is a dream, yes, but we're using it to contact you. Me and my friends are in the same business as you, so to speak, and we are interested in cooperation. If you look at the paper in my hand, you'll see a phone number to message. If you're interested in some kind of collaboration, then just send through a location and a time. Don't use a location that you wouldn't meet people who potentially are enemies or we won't send anyone, and anything after 11pm and before 6pm is kinda horribly inconvenient.

Oh, and thanks for stopping the Gold Dawn. You can replay the contents of this message at will, to do so, attempt to access this memory.'[/i]

The strange dream began to fade as Scott was pulled from his slumber by the loud banging emanating from the front door of his apartment. It was not the first time that he had seen this message, however the first time he had chalked it up to being an odd dream. However, having the same dream with the exact same message for a second time could not be a coincidence. He knew that he would have to look into it sooner rather than later, and he intended to do so.

“Hold on, I’m coming.” Scott called out to whoever was pounding on the door, who in turned stopped knocking. 

He made his way across the living room and over to the door. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the baffled expression of Eric, who looked as if he’d seen a ghost. He stepped into the apartment, and as he did, Scott could see the questions that were on his mind.

“Dude, what the…” Eric started, not having to finish.

“I don’t know.” Scott honestly replied.

“She just…rebuilt Little Ulster.” Eric said, seemingly excited about what he was hearing regarding the incident. “Have seen it? It’s beautiful.” Eric said, almost immediately wishing that added that last part. He knew that Scott had seen it, he was there when it happened.

“Eric, she isn’t what she seems.” Scott warned. 

“What do you mean? She’s like an honest to God angel.”

“No she’s not.” Scott said in a tone that was borderline scolding. “What do you think happened to the people that were inside those buildings?” He finished.

Eric stood there for a moment, the baffled expression he wore upon entering the apartment returned. Then he looked to his friend as if he understood what Scott was saying.

“She didn’t.” Eric said, an air of disbelief in his voice.

“She killed them Eric. She killed one of them as I was pulling him out of the ground. She turned him to dust while I had him in my grip.” Scott said remorsefully

“But it looked like you...” Eric started to say, but was immediately cut off.

“I know what it looked like. But it wasn’t like that.” Scott started to explain. “She…she did something to me. She held me is some sort of invisible field. I couldn’t move, as hard as I fought I couldn’t get free. She knew it, too. The whole time, she taunted me, told me how she was going to turn them against me…” Scott said, briefly pausing as he felt the anger that he had experienced in Little Ulster rising up again.

“I don’t know what she was,” Scott began. “I’ve never faced anything like her before…I don’t know if I can stop her.” He said, doubt creeping into his voice. 

“But I’ve got to try.” He said with a semblance of resolve.