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When Icon had left the meeting in Settler’s Clearing, he had been uneasy. Not only had Christopher Arthur the 3rd somehow figured out his secret identity, but it was apparent that this guy was working with STRIKE. After the few encounters with STRIKE that Icon did have, he knew very little of the organization, but he didn’t trust them, and now that someone on their payroll had deduced his identity, Icon knew that he had a problem…a big problem. He and Arthur would have words, that much was clear, however, now was not the time. There were bigger problems to deal with, namely this so called Pax Metahumana. 

However, even before they could deal with that, they had to talk to War-Pulse, and hopefully sway him to their side. Unfortunately, he didn’t know if that was even a possibility. The mercenary was known to only show loyalty to the highest bidder, but Icon hoped that Arthur would be able to appeal to War-Pulse’s humanity, the very same humanity that had forced the merc to intervene during D-Day. The fate of the world was at stake that night, and it looked to be again now. It was for this reason, and this reason alone that Icon was willing to play along with Arthur now. Icon may not have trusted him or STRIKE, but he knew that working together was the best way to stop the madman who planned to detonate a meta bomb in the city.

A couple of hours had passed since the meeting in the woods. Icon had searched the city, along with Arthur who had now donned the armor of The Iron Knight, for the mercenary. Finally, it had seemed that Arthur’s sources had panned out. Off in the distance, he could see a glowing light in the sky, one that to the unassuming observer might be mistaken for some sort of UFO, but with his keen vision, Icon could see that it was simply a man…their man. 

War-Pulse. 

Icon fell back and let Iron Knight take the lead as they approached the mercenary. In fact, Icon let Arthur approach War-Pulse by himself. Arthur had suggested, and Icon agreed that perhaps it was best if they didn’t make the merc feel cornered. 

At least not at first.

Staying out of sight, and using his enhanced hearing, Icon focused on Arthur’s voice. It took him several moments to block out all of the background noise, people talking, traffic, and sirens, and focus on what Arthur was saying, and wait for the signal. Icon watched as Arthur and War-Pulse descended from the sky, and listened as Arthur spoke. Once they were on the ground, Icon moved toward them. He stayed out of sight, traveling at a high altitude as Arthur spoke to the mercenary.

“I know that you might have done some things that you are not proud of, whoring out your skills for the highest bidder. But I also know that you are also capable of doing the right thing. I don’t think you would have helped us back on D-Day if all you cared about was the cash reward. I assume you have a sense of honor and these guys probably embarrassed you badly when they whipped you back in Lost Haven proper. We’re offering you a chance to show that you are more than just a hired gun.” He heard Arthur tell War-Pulse. Just then, Icon descended from the sky himself, landing just to the side of Iron Knight. 

[b] “I know that you’re not a bad guy, and I don’t think that you want this device to go off. We can stop it, but we need your help. It’s time for you to step up and stand for something. Help us stop this thing.”[/b] Icon said to a surprised War-Pulse.