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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
Chris was amazed at the technological savviness of this ‘Archangel’. She breached (hacked is so 90’s) the S.T.R.I.K.E. network, probably one of, if not the most secure computer network in the world. When he started working with S.T.R.I.K.E., Chris honestly considered going all “Tony Stark” and breaking his way into the S.T.R.I.K.E. files, just like Iron Man did in the [i]Avengers[/i] movie. However, Chris was technically an employee, or a contracted help for S.T.R.I.K.E., so it would not have been in his interest to snoop his nose in places where it did not belong.

Not only was Chris jealous of Archangel’s technical genius (although he would never admit that ‘she’ was better than he was), but he was also jealous that she beat him to the punch. If Chris had been told about light being one of Nightmare’s weaknesses, he could have already brainstormed a variety of ways in order to utilize that weakness. He could have already had prototypes working and ready for testing. All Anderson needed was to trust others.

Beside his jealousy and amazement, Chris was concerned about what the Archangel was capable of doing. Of course, if she never abused her powers, humanity had nothing to worry about. However, if she did abuse them, only calamity could result. In our digital age, everything was stored on computers and networks. Social Security numbers, Bank Accounts, passwords for countless websites. Everything would be at risk. But that did not mean that Chris could not guide her down the right path.

“So, Angie, I can call you that right?” Chris began, leaning up against the computer panel that stood before the large screen on which Archangel was broadcasting herself. “You won’t happen to be free later this week?”

When Chris looked over toward Anderson, he saw that the S.T.R.I.K.E. director was biting his lip in order not to burst a gasket because Chris was not taking the situation as serious as he should.

“What?” Chris asked, shrugging his shoulders.