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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
	“Welcome to the ever-sunny Pacific Point, Mr. Arthur.” The flight attendant told Chris as she opened the door on his private jet, “I hope you enjoy your stay.”

	[color=c0c0c0]“Thank you.”[/color] Chris paused for a second so that he could glance down at the name tag on the flight attendant’s uniform. [color=c0c0c0] “Pam. While I’m mostly here for business, I [i]always[/i] try to make even the most boring tasks fun.”[/color]

	Just the prior day, the city of Pacific Point had been the target of an attack by an unknown villain who called himself the Game Genie. Despite how recent the event was, Pacific Point had almost already recovered. Besides a few minor repairs that still needed to be completed, life was almost back to normal. Not quite back to normal as if it never happened, but as much as it could in a world of superhumans. Chris already had prior plans to arrive in the city later that week; however, his presence was required much earlier due to that Game Genie fiasco. 

	As Chris descended down the airstairs, he was followed first by Maya and then Minerva. There were two limousines waiting for Chris. One was designated to take Chris to the local S.T.RI.K.E. headquarters. The other was there to take Maya to the upscale hotel that they were staying in.

	[color=c0c0c0] “I have some business to take care of first.”[/color] Chris turned to Maya as they approached the limousines. [color=c0c0c0] “It shouldn’t take long. I’ll meet you back at the hotel, if you don’t mind.”[/color]

	“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” Maya replied. They exchanged a quick kiss before parting ways, both entering into separate limousines. 

	[color=c0c0c0] “So, what do we know about this Game Genie?”[/color] Chris asked Minerva as the limousine departed towards the S.T.R.I.K.E. base.

	“His real name is William Kovacs.” Minerva answered, reading the information off her tablet, “He is a recent graduate from Caltech and has registered an I.Q. of 185.”

	[color=c0c0c0]“Well, that’s the first problem.”[/color] Chris said, boasting about his own alma mater. [color=c0c0c0]“Everyone knows that M.I.T. is better than Caltech.”[/color]

	“We’ve contacted his family, friends, and colleagues, and they’ll all surprised that he tried to digitalize the entire city of Pacific Point.” Minerva continued, ignoring Chris’ banter about the rivalry between M.I.T. and Caltech.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Well, isn’t that something that usually happens in cases like these?”[/color] Chris asked. [color=c0c0c0]“You always hear people saying that they never would have expected that person to be a criminal.”[/color]

	“In most cases, yes. But this isn’t a typical case.” Minerva corrected Chris, “The Game Genie’s memories do not seem to match up with reality.”

	[color=c0c0c0]“What do you mean?”[/color]

	“Well, he keeps going on and on about a hero called the Blue Blur. However, none of the S.T.R.I.K.E. databases have any record of a hero by that name.” Minerva said. “Also, besides Icon, he didn’t recognize many of the public heroes, including those who apprehended him.”

	[color=c0c0c0]“Wait, he didn’t recognize me! I’m slightly offended.”[/color]

	“Well, you better get in line, because there are about a dozen other heroes in front of you.”

	[color=c0c0c0]“Well, unlike those other heroes, I have a VIP pass to jump to the front of the line.”[/color]