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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
[center][b]Lost Haven, ME[/b][/center]
	Chris had been working at the R&D facilities in the Sherman Center, a historic building renovated by Chris to function as the base of operations for the Guardians and a temporary home for him while his own mansion back in Virginia was being reconstructed. Because S.T.R.I.K.E. had been defunct for weeks since the Hounds of Humanity uprooted the spy organization from its hidden abodes, this was one of the few places left where Chris could work on his side projects.

	Ever since Chris had figured out how to restore the memories of the people who had their quantum vibrations altered to no longer match the natural frequency of this reality, he had been slaving away trying to develop something to reset an individual’s quantum vibrations so people’s bodies and not just their memories would be turned back to normal. However, it was proving difficult to find ethical test subjects. Even before he wanted to try animal trials (let alone human trials), he wanted to use inanimate objects first. It was already difficult tracking down people who have been affected, but random junk was another story.

	While Chris was tinkering with the machine he [i]hoped[/i] would solve the problems he had run into, his concentration was interrupted when George called over the building’s intercoms.
“Master Arthur, you might want to flip on the television.”

	Chris swiveled in his chair and glued his eyes onto the television screen. A shower of asteroids had slammed into several cities across the globe: San Francisco, Berlin, Moscow, and more. A giant tidal wave was raging towards the American West Coast. Finally, a massive ship that could only be described as otherworldly appeared just outside of Lost Haven, essentially right on his front lawn.

	[color=c0c0c0]“George, get everyone into the basement bunker,”[/color] Chris commanded as he jumped to his face and started to pull on his jumpsuit for his Iron Knight armor.
“And what are you going to do, sir?”

	[color=c0c0c0]“I have a welcoming committee to assemble.”[/color]

	Chris then walked over the far side of the R&D floor and tapped a touchscreen panel on the wall. The wall parted, sliding to each side and revealing a hidden corridor lined with high-tech machinery and gadgets. The floor beneath Chris began to slide forward, like a conveyer belt. As Chris moved forward, the automated assembly line of smart robots proceeded to meticulously attached the Iron Knight armor onto Chris, piece by piece.
	
	[color=c0c0c0]“Activate the Guardians Protocol.”[/color]

	A holographic display appeared in the corridor next to Chris and followed along him as he continued to armor up. Seven names showed up on this display. Chris saw the display UI indicating that the computer was starting to initialize the communication link to the Guardians’ cards he had handed out just weeks prior.

[code]Icon:[/code] [color=00FA9A]Link Connected[/color]
[code]Radiance:[/code] [color=00FA9A]Link Connected[/color]
[code]Lyger:[/code] [color=00FA9A]Link Connected[/color]
[code]Terra Firma:[/code] [color=00FA9A]Link Connected[/color]
[code]Slipstream:[/code] [color=red]ERROR: Link Not Found[/color]
[code]Voyager:[/code] [color=00FA9A]Link Connected[/color]
[code]Vigilante:[/code] [color=red]ERROR: Link Not Found[/color]

	Chris was not surprised by the error code appearing next to Vigilante’s name, as Icon told him how he refused to take the ID card Chris had provided to all the Guardians who had accepted a spot on the team. However, he was shocked that Slipstream’s card was deactivated. Chris had specifically made these cards resilient enough for Slipstream’s superspeed to not ruin the microchips embedded inside. Normally Chris would immediately investigate this issue, but because of the impending damage right outside, this problem needed to be placed on the back burner.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Guardians,”[/color] Chris said into his armor’s microphone, now that he was fully armored up, [color=c0c0c0]“gather up.”[/color]

	At this moment, a set of bay doors jolted open right in front of Chris. He then launched himself through the opening and soared into the Lost Haven skyline.