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Several days had passed since Icon and the others had “defeated” Umbraxis. In the days that followed, Icon had searched high and low for any signs of the so called “destroyer,” however, there were no such signs to be found. He knew that they hadn’t seen the last of Umbraxis, and he prayed that when the monster did return, he and the other heroes of Earth were ready for him. 

The last few days had been quiet in Lost Haven, and the nights even quieter, and on some level it made Icon uneasy. After everything that the city had been through over the last few months, it was almost like waiting for the other shoe to drop. He had seen the threats on TV, some madman was planning to detonate some device that would either wipe out the entire world, or make the entire population meta human. He knew that if every single person in the world were to become a meta, it would spell certain doom for the planet. Icon has faced several beings that were a global threat, and that is with the small percentage of metas in the world, the though of giving everyone on Earth that much power was terrifying. It would be like giving a group of kindergarteners an uzi and telling them to go play. In addition to Umbraxis, Icon had also been looking for any information he could find on this mysterious figure who planned to bring Earth into it’s next stage of evolution, the so called Pax Metahumana, yet was unsuccessful again in his efforts.

His failures weighed heavily on Scott as he walked onto The Hub’s empty dance floor. He liked spending time alone in the club before it opened from time to time, it gave him a chance to be alone and just think. Admittedly, as of late he would spend a lot of his alone time thinking about Amber and how she had so abruptly left the city for a better and presumably safer life on the West Coast. But now his thoughts drifted to Umbraxis and Pax Metahumana, and what he could do to prevent a global catastrophe. 

As Scott turned to go to the stairway that led to his apartment above the club, he noticed something on the floor. As he bent down to pick it up, he could see that it was a folded piece of paper. However, he was not prepared for what he saw when he opened it. As he began to read, it was as if all the air were forced from his lungs.
[i]Greetings, hero,,

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]

He stood there for a moment in silence. Someone must have figured out his secret identity, that much was obvious. Scott had heard of Arthur, but really didn’t know anything about him other than he was some billionaire whose company dealt in weapons and technology. Perhaps he was just as concerned about recent events and was looking to solidify a plan to stop whatever was coming…or perhaps he was looking to use him as his personal enforcer. Whatever the case may be, Icon would be ready.