John flew saw Superboy down at front door. Where had he been? He flew in through the window that had opened earlier and walked over to the front door, pulling it open and letting Superboy inside. "Come on in Supes," he said as he waled to the living room and stood in front of the large couch. He'd wait until everyone was sitting and then he'd begin. If they missed the tiniest thing about the Shadow Complex, it could get them killed. He knew.

When John had been kidnapped and brought to the Agency, he was expecting to be met with cold faces and angry men. Instead he was met by a bunch of people like himself. People that didn't want to be there but were being threatened by the Agency. He befriended a lot of them. One of them was known as Harrison. He was pretty sure that Harrison wasn't his real name but John didn't pry. Harrison's last assignment had been the Shadow Complex's leader. Of course he hadn't read the file. Why would he? "I'm the best there is Johnny. Why would I need to read some stupid file?" he had said. That arrogant bastard. They had found his body two weeks later. After John had gotten out he tried to find Harrison's family but he didn't leave a lot of clues. Not a lot of people knew a Harrison, real name or other wise. But John wasn't about to have a repeat of Harrison. Not on his watch.