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There’s nothing quite like the feeling that you get when you’re flying over the city at night. The smell of the ocean, the wind in your hair, and the spectacular view of Lost Haven’s skyline sprawling out before you. As a little girl I always dreamed of soaring through the clouds like a bird, but I never imagined that it would be this much fun.

 Or this liberating. 

Between the riots this Umbraxis character, and this new guy threatening to turn everyone into metas, Lost Haven has been through a lot over the last few nights. The city is still in shock over the so called “Destroyer’s” attack at the police precinct, which Icon and a small band of heroes barely put an end to, and I wish that I had been there to help. 

But then again, what could I have done?
Besides, I’ve been busy looking into the Renaissance Project, and to be honest, I haven’t found much. But I figure that if I keep pressing the issue, they will come to me. 

I take one last pass over the city, which is unusually quiet before I decide to head back home. I make sure that the coast is clear as I land in an alley across the street from my apartment building and make my way inside. I smile and greet Saul, the front desk attendant who as always meets me with a smile and “’ello” as I pass him and go into the elevator. I press the button 53 for my floor and as I do, a small piece of paper falls out of the emergency call box. 

I don’t think anything of it and pick it up to see who it belongs to, and my heart nearly stops dead in my chest. It is clearly for me.


[i]Greetings, heroine,

My employer, Christopher Arthur III, wishes to officially invite you to a meeting with other metahumans in order to discuss recent events. Please meet us at Settler's Clearing over in Royal Park. We look forward to meeting you all and we hope you all will come.

Sincerely,

Minerva[/I]

A thousand thoughts go racing through my mind. I’ve known of Arthur for a number of years, and he has garnered quite the reputation, if somehow he’s figured out who I am….I’m not even prepared to think of the consequences. I know that I have no choice, I have to go to Settler’s Crossing and find out what this is all about.

And yet, through all the dread, a part of me can’t help but feel like I just found Wonka’s Golden Ticket.