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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
“While these are only preliminary results, the analysis is astounding.” Doctor Roy Albright told Chris over the communication monitor. While Chris was a natural genius, he also knew that he was not an expert in every single scientific field. While he could design and build technology for almost any purpose, Chris needed to collaborate with other great minds to get him started in the right direction. In this case, Chris was investigating the three incidents where certain individuals had memories wildly different from reality. 

“It took me a while to find it, but I think I finally have a potential answer for you. After we received the cell samples, we compared the frequency at which they were vibrating with those of some of our lab assistants. After a thorough examination, we discovered that the three samples had different frequencies than the control samples. And we’re only talking about decimals here, so the differences are easily missed or chalked up to rounding.”

[color=C0C0C0]“Are you sure this is causing the faulty memories?”[/color] Chris purposefully neglected to mention that his sister losing her powers was also a symptom, but that information was only available on a need-to-know basis.

“We can’t say for sure, but it is a possibility.” Doctor Albright mentioned.

[color=C0C0C0]“Alright, Albright. Keep me in the loop.”[/color] Chris then disconnected from the video call and switched off the monitor. At least this gave him a lead on whatever was going on. However, there was still one question that was left unanswered. What caused these changes in atomic frequencies?

Before he could think more on this problem, a new one fell into his lap. The monitor immediately activated again on its own. The screen initially displayed a short warning message before cutting to the security feed of the front entrance of his mansion. A dozen or so men dressed black tactical gear, no doubt the Hounds, were rigging explosives on Chris’ front door.

[color=C0C0C0]“George, get everyone one to the panic room!”[/color] Chris called over the intercom. However, Chris did not wait to receive a response from his butler since he was already prepping his Iron Knight armor for combat. Chris had a secret backdoor installed that was perfect for this situation. Instead of waiting inside for the Hounds to break in, Chris could flank them from behind.

Once his armor was all prepped for launch, Chris traveled down the tunnel that lead to the backdoor exit and flew out. He soared around his mansion and positioned himself behind the Hound soldiers.

[color=C0C0C0]“You do know that it’s quite rude to blow up someone’s front door, right? You’re just lucky I have insurance.”[/color]

The Hound goons swiftly turned around to face Chris. They were a little startled by his appearance, since they believed that they had the element of surprise on their side. However, they had enough composure to hold it together and open fire on Chris. However, the barrage of bullets were all blocked by the energy shield that Chris’ armor could create.

[code]Shield levels are remaining at 99.980550751074677…[/code]

[color=C0C0C0]“I don’t need that many decimals.”[/color] Chris cut off his armor’s operating system before it began to rattle off several hundred more decimal places. While his shield was deflecting the Hounds’ bullets, his targeting system was locking onto the dozen men. Once these armed men halted their gun fire, since it was all too apparent that they were just wasting bullets, Chris threw out a quick quip before launching a counter attack.

[color=C0C0C0]“I guess it’s my turn.”[/color] Chris deactivated his energy shield and then launched enough tranquilizers for each of the armed men. When the darts struck them, each of the Hounds dropped to the ground like ragdolls.

[color=C0C0C0]“GG.”[/color] Chris taunted, even though he knew that the knocked-out men could not hear him. He then examined the explosives that the Hounds had set up. They seemed eerily familiar. Were they S.T.R.I.K.E. issue explosives?

[code]WARNING: INCOMING PROJECTILES – energy shield activation advised[/code]

Chris turned on his energy shield just in the nick of time, since almost as soon as it was activated, Chris was pummeled with a barrage of missiles and energy blasts.

[code]Shield levels have dropped to 13.190825930583559…percent. Evasive action is advised.[/code]

When the barrage of weapons had finally ceased, a figure floated down to the ground. He was wearing a suit of armor that was almost identical to Chris’, although it was way more heavily equipped with deadly ordinances. Also, instead of having a Corinthian style helmet, this man had a helmet that had a skull-shaped faceplate.

“Your judgement day has come.” The man inside the power suit threatened, his voice deepened by the audio-system that allowed him to speak. “And the Judicator has sentenced you to death.”