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[center][b]Zac Wilson[/b] | [b]Kelly Brown[/b][/center]
“Any and all charges against you have been dropped. You’re free to go, Ms. Brown.” A.J. lead the young metahuman out of the interrogation room. Outside, Zac was already waiting for his girlfriend to be released, knowing that the police would have to let her go since he had just apprehended the true culprits (although the police did not know that Zac specifically stopped them, but only that a metahuman did).

When Kelly saw her boyfriend standing there, waiting for her, she rushed forward and embraced him in a big, four-armed hug. However, she forgot her own strength and started to smother Zac and he might have ran out of breath had not quickly whispered to her that he could not breath. Kelly then immediately released her grip and took a step back, diverting her eyes away from him as her face began to blush.

“Ready to go home?” Zac asked after he closed the gap that Kelly had just created between them and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Absolutely,” Kelly replied, anxious to finally get home and strip out of that wretched leotard and get back into ‘normal’ clothes.

The couple would have just walked out the door, if Kelly had not remembered that her best friend, Sammy, was still at the police station. She immediately turned around and marched back toward the FBI agent who had just lead her out of the interrogation room, leaving Zac behind.

“What about Sammy? She’s being released too, right?”

Before Kelly asked this question, A.J. was smiling at how adorable the couple were. However, once she heard Kelly’s question, her smile on her face melted away.

“I understand that ‘she’ was your best friend, but there’s nothing I can do. It’s above my head now.” A.J. attempted to place her hand on Kelly’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, but Kelly just shrugged it off.

“Over your head? But you’re the freaking FBI! Who would be over your head?”

A.J. took a deep breath, knowing that what she was about ready to say was not going to please the ticked-off metahuman that stood before her.

“Unfortunately, I am not at the liberty to divulge that information. I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any promises.

When Kelly heard this, she just marched straight out of the police station, knowing full well that if she didn't leave, she might have made a scene. For the second time in a couple minutes, Kelly had left behind Zac. As he looked toward the FBI agent, Zac just shrugged his shoulders, knowing that he could not have done anything more to free her girlfriend’s best friend. Then, he jogged after Kelly.

Once Zac caught up to her, they both walked together toward where Zac had parked his car. Due to his super speed, Zac was able to run back to their apartment in order to pick up his car. Of course, Zac could have ran straight to the police station, but how would they get home? And would it not look suspicious that Zac miraculously arrived at the police station?

When they both entered into Zac’s car, Kelly began to break into tears.

“I can’t believe they are going to let them take away Sammy! I don’t care what those sickos did to her, she’s still human, just like us!”

Zac turned his girlfriend, trying to think of something to say. He wanted to say that they would figure a way to free Sammy, but Zac knew that it probably would be almost near impossible to do.

Then suddenly, the two metahumans heard a ‘meow’ come from the back seat. When they swung their heads around in order to see what (or rather who) it was, Zac and Kelly discovered that Sammy was already waiting for them in the backseat! Kelly immediately reached back and embraced her best friend, overcome by joy know that her friend was [i]not[/i] going to be a lab rat for the U.S. government.

“Sammy,” Zac asked, “How did you get in here?” In response, after Kelly loosened up her grip, Sammy pointed her paw toward the window. There was a silhouette of a man walking back toward the police station. However, since her ability to speak had been removed when she was transformed into this human-headed cat, Sammy couldn't explain any more.

“I don’t care how she got here,” Kelly announced, “Let’s just get out of here before someone changes their mind."

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[center][b]Minutes Prior[/b][/center]

A man dressed in a S.T.R.I.K.E. uniformed causally walked out into the parking lot toward one of the cars parked there. In his hands, he held a medium sized block of wood. Once he had arrived at the car, the man immediately picked the lock (without setting off any alarms), opened the back door, and placed the block of wood in the back seat.

As soon as he set the piece of wood on the car seat, the block began to change into a different shape. After a few seconds, the block had morphed into Sammy, cat-bodied and all. She felt slightly disoriented, teetering back and forth.

“Don’t worry,” the man said, “being morphed into an inanimate object and back is a pretty invasive procedure. Sammy just glared at the man, not knowing whether she should be grateful that she was not free or mad at the experience she had just experienced. However, she wasn't going to have an opportunity to do anything else because the man just slammed the door shut on her, locking her in.

Once the man returned to the police station, he wandered into the furthest room in the building, where the S.T.R.I.K.E. agents had set up shop. Inside that room was one of those portable animal containers. Inside it contained something that looked just like Sammy. However, after the man took a closer look, the façade briefly dissipated, revealing that only a block a wood was trapped inside. However, no one else seemed to have noticed it.

“Agent Stevenson, are you almost ready for transport?” One of the other agents asked.

“One second. I need to use the restroom.” The man said. He exited the room and headed toward the restroom. However, instead of entering into that room, he continued on until a made another turn and reached another door. After checking to make sure no one was watching, the man opened the door, revealing the real Agent Stevenson, unconscious and stripped down of his clothes.

As the doppelgänger removed the stolen clothes, his original appearance returned, along with his normal clothes. Now, where the man use to stand was a young, muscular man whose head was crowned by a winged traveler’s hat. His feet too were covered with winged sandals. In his hands, he bore a rod that also had two winds protruding from the top.

With his true appearance revealed, the man bent down and sprinkled something over real Agent Stevenson’s head, causing the unconscious man to wake up.

“Now, you will not recall anything that has happened because of my actions. You will return to your team now. And remember, your name is Agent Stevenson. It is not mine name. Do you understand?”

Agent Stevenson nodded his head. After the S.T.R.I.K.E. agent threw on his clothes, he rushed back toward his team. The young man chuckled as he watched the mortal dash off.

“Man, I have not had this much fun since I tricked Amphitryon’s slave into thinking that I was actually him so that Zeus could have the opportunity to bang Alkmene. Oh, good times.”