[i] "It's amazing, the greatest heroes in the city are dying and my old team is too selfish to help them....why don't you say something, brother?" He spoke.[/i]

Grant blinked his single eye and nodded imperceptibly at the hallucination of his brother. His sister sank into his chest, weeping. He smiled, and kissed her forehead. "It's been some time, Sis." 

He turned to the group, recognizing that not all of them knew him. Of the few he did not recognize was a blond woman with eyes the color of steel, an atom etched in her belt, and a man in a full black bodysuit two inches shorter than Grant himself.

 Grant slipped his eyepatch on, then clasped his mask into place via the clips on his neck guard. His cold green eye looked at them from the only eyepiece on his mask, and took them in. They were once the greatest superhuman team in Second City, they were once his brother's team. And with him slain...Things had obviously taken a turn for the worse. 

[i]"Attention all Titans. This is Viran. Report to the Sentinels base immediately. Something is wrong here...I can't believe what I'm seeing. You need to get here as quickly as possible."[/i]

Grant heard the communication from the communicator wired into his mask. "Viran, this is Grant, I repeat, this is Grant. Hold down your location, and give me a sit-rep. I'll be there in five." 

He turned to the friends that he had lost when his world went to hell, to the sister he vowed never to lose, and he gave them an option. 

"Sirius, Dawnfire, I know that you don't trust me and bluntly, I don't care right now. My brother's best friend is requesting our immediate assistance, so right now we table the trust issues. I came back for a reason, and I'm going to the Sentinel HQ. I don't know what the situation is or if Viran is the only friendly out there but backup would be convenient." 

He turned on his heel and headed towards the city, where he'd acquire his car of choice. "You can follow me, or not, I don't give a damn." As he walked however, he could hear the Mason hallucination talking to him, helping lay the foundation for his plan. 
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Meanwhile, at the airport, a young woman stepped into her 1977 Pontiac Trans-Am, hopeful that THIS was where he had gone. She had to find him, save him from himself.

 Her name was Katya Dobrova.