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The SUV pulled to a stop outside of a small, nondescript building that had seen much better days. The building, which had a faded sign which still read “ Millie’s Dairy.” The drive had taken several hours, which had nearly driven Icon mad with boredom. He was accustomed to getting where he needed to be, anywhere in the country in mere minutes. Being cooped up in a badly dented SUV which was now making a number of annoying sounds as a result of the damage it had endured in the scuffle between himself and the man mountain known as Richter was nearly more than he could take. 

Mercifully, the car came to a stop in front of the decrepit old dairy store near the banks of Frost Pond, near the Canadian Border in Quebec. When he first got out of the vehicle and looked on the sad excuse for a building, Icon almost believed that he had been the victim of some sort of prank.

“Don’t worry, it’s bigger on the inside.” Haze said teasingly as she directed him toward the entrance to the building. The quartet stood before the front door of the derelict building, as the young woman called Haze stepped up to the door, pressing against the brick façade of the aging structure. Several bricks slid out of place, revealing a high tech security interface, who’s keyboard Haze began typing on. Once she had entered the required credentials, the front door opened, revealing a single elevator behind the door. Icon looked to the woman, who returned his stare with a wink and a smile.

Icon, Haze and the others stepped into the elevator, which was a pristine white in color and looked as if it had never been used. The elevator also had no buttons to indicate floors. Instead, once the doors closed, the elevator quickly descended. The elevator moved at such a speed that it was impossible to tell just how far down they were traveling. Finally, the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened and as Haze led the group out of the elevator, Icon saw that Haze had been telling the truth after all…It was much bigger on the inside.

The interior was about as far from the decrepit old dairy plant as one could get. The cavernous facility was a sterile white, and smelled much like a hospital. Inside the massive main chamber, there were a number of doors with different number designations etched on panels which lay on a small panel beside each one. Icon felt uneasy inside the facility, however, his curiosity for answers about his origin was too great, and because of this, he was compelled to see this through. 

Icon also noticed something strange about the facility. It was eerily silent. Even with his enhanced hearing, he wasn’t able to hear anything from behind any of the doors. He assumed that they had used some sort of high tech sound proofing equipment which cancelled out even his super hearing, which left him with a startling question…

What else might they be able to neutralize? 

After several moments, one of the doors opened and a tall, lanky man with coke bottle glasses and wiry grey hair stepped into the main chamber and greeted the quartet. He took Icon’s hand and looked at the hero with an expression of pride and wonderment as he shook his hand.

“Welcome, welcome.” The man said excitedly. His jovial tone seemed to succeed in calming some of the tension that Icon had been feeling. 

“And you are?” Icon asked as he released his grip on the handshake the doctor had initiated.

“I’m Dr. Wesley Franklin. I’m your father.” He said, before finishing, “So to speak.”