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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
In the hanger bay of the “Mill”, Chris was almost in heaven. Surrounded by hundreds of advanced and sometimes prototypical technologies, Chris would have been giddier than a five-year old in a toy store if Chris had not needed to fix his armor. While his armor was still functional in spite of the damage taken in his engagement with Ramsey, Chris needed the Daedalos Mark V at tip-top shape in order even to have a chance against this “Nightmare” serial killer.

While his techs and engineers were extracting Chris from the Daedalos armor, the hangar bay suddenly fell dead silent. Before this moment, the other agents and techs that were stationed in the hangar had been talking amongst themselves. However, the silence only meant that something important was going down or rather someone important was coming.

[b]“Rough day, Mr. Arthur?”[/b] Anderson asked nonchalantly. [b]“It’s good to finally meet you. I’m Director Alexander Anderson, and I think it’s time we had a chat.”[/b]

“Ah, so you’re the mysterious Director Anderson! For some strange reason I imagined you having an eye patch.” However, this comment only elicited silence and a stern look from the Director of S.T.R.I.K.E. “You know, like Nick Fury? David Hasselhoff? Samuel L. Jackson? Even Fire Emblem had their own [url=http://fireemblemwiki.org/w/images/b/b4/Portrait_basilio_fe13.png]Nick Fury[/url]!"

When these references did not make any impressions on Director Anderson, Chris immediately dropped the subject. “Okay, I also like to have a ‘chat’. But first, promise me not to berate me about losing those three metahumans that I picked up from West Virginia. It was one of [b]your[/b] men who turned out to be a shape-shifting, um, being that freed them.”