[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/klHHPfB.png?1[/img][/center][center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
	Chris sat alone in his office that was located in the Sherman Center.  Since the heroes that he had assembled had already defeated and apprehended Doctor Diplodoc and his allies, they all went their separate ways.  Those who lived in Lost Haven returned to their own turf, while those, who did not call Lost Haven their home, were given transportation back to their respective cities.  The only thing left to do was to hand over their vanquished foes to S.T.R.I.K.E.  The only person who was not accounted for was War-Pulse.  However, Chris believed that not looking for him was the correct choice because it gave the mercenary a head start over S.T.R.I.K.E.  War-Pulse’s performance in the field at least warranted this courtesy.

	As he reviewed the reports of their operation against Doctor Diplodoc, Chris came to this conclusion.  Even though the heroes had butted heads against one another a couple times, in the end, they still managed to solve a problem that they could not have done alone.  In fact, if these team-ups continued to be common occurrences, Chris thought that they might as well make some kind of active team so that they could respond to similar important events.

	While he was still in thought, his desk phone began to ring.  On the other line, his butler, George, alerted Chris that there were two black-suited men waiting in the lobby.  Chris wondered what this was about because the S.T.R.I.K.E. agents were not supposed to arrive for another hour or so.  And in his experience with the spy organization, Chris knew that S.T.R.I.K.E. would never be [b]this[/b] early.

	“Send them up.”  Chris told George.

	After a few minutes had passed, the two agents exited the elevator and entered into Chris’ office.

	“So, what can I do for Uncle Sam?”  Chris asked the two agents before they could have a chance to introduce themselves or show some credentials.

	“FBI.”  The two men told Chris as they pulled out their credentials.  “We’re here to take Dorian Dipillan into Federal custody.”

	Chris raised his eyebrows when he heard this.  He was under the assumption that STRIKE was going to handle Doctor DIplodoc and his allies.  The two FBI agents then handed over some documentation that supported the FBI agent’s story.

	“So, why are you guys picking him up again?”  Chris asked, trying to pull some information from the two men.

	“That’s classified.”  One of the agents told him, stonewalling Chris from gaining any more information on the subject.

	“Well, we all know about the domes and their mutagenic effects on humans.  That’s not really a secret.”

	“Again, classified.”  The agent repeated himself.

	After contemplating his situation, Chris reached down to the intercom on his desk.

	“George, will you please show these two fine men where we’re holding the good doctor?”

	Once the two FBI agents had left, departing down the elevator, Chris turned his attention back to his computer.  One way or another, Chris was going to find out what this was about.