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May the Gods have mercy on our souls.



One Month Later

“Hey babe, can you give me a hand? I can’t get this last bag up on the shelf.” Alexa called from the other room.

“Be right there.” He replied. He hadn’t been sure about this trip when Alexa had first suggested it. With everything that they had just gone through with the Hounds of Humanity, as well as the re-opening of the Hub after the attack there, to just the day to day responsibilities that he had in Lost Haven as Icon, he wasn’t sure that now was the right time. However, in the month since the Hounds were defeated, things had been relatively quiet, so he believed that maybe taking a little break with Alexa overseas might not be the worst idea.

Though, upon leaving Lost Haven, he almost immediately regretted it. As they pulled off of the tarmac at Robert D. Sherman International Airport in Lost Haven in the Winstone International private jet, Scott remembered just how much he hated flying in a plane. Unlike most people who have a dislike of flying, Scott was not afraid of flying. Quite the contrary, he just hated how slow it was. He had grown accustomed to flying himself anywhere he needed to go, and when you’re able to fly across the entire United States in a matter of minutes, flying on a plane—even one as nice as Winstone International’s luxury private jet, just seemed like a waste of time. Though, it wasn’t all bad. The flight from Lost Haven to Paris gave Scott and Alexa over ten hours alone with one another. It was the first time that they’ve had that kind of uninterrupted time together since before the Hounds attacked. Between Alexa’s work at Winstone International and Scott’s split duties between getting The Hub back up and running and his duties as Icon, they just haven’t had the time together that they’d like.

But this trip was a chance to change that. Aside from some business negotiations that Alexa had to attend to for Winstone International, they had nothing but time to themselves to explore The City of Lights. Truth be told, Scott had been looking forward to finally being able to spend some quality time with the woman that he loved without the pressures of his dual life getting in the way.

No super villains.

No catastrophes.

No recruiting.

No costumes.

No Icon.

Just Scott and Alexa doing the things that couples do while traveling in Europe.

Scott made his way toward the bedroom to help Alexa get the last bag up on the shelf that she had apparently been having a hard time reaching. However, when entered the room, much to his surprise it was empty. He looked around, only to be startled when Alexa reappeared in the doorway carrying two glasses of wine.

“What took you so long, Flyboy?” Alexa said with a grin as she handed him a glass. “You need to see this.” She told him as she took his free hand and led him away from the bedroom, down the hall of the extravagant suite that Alexa had booked at the Le Grande Peninsula Hotel and over to the large sliding glass doorway which led to their private rooftop deck.

As they stepped out onto the deck, Scott was surprised to see that it included a small sitting area as well surrounded by shrubbery, and off to the left was a small round hot tub just large enough for two. However, the thing that really stood out was the view of the city itself. From this deck, they could see almost the entire city, everything from the Arc de Triomphe to the Siene, which wound its way through the city. However, the sight of the Eiffel Tower in the distance, illuminated in a spectacular golden glow which to Scott seemed like a sort of beacon against the dark night sky was something to behold. Though he had seen the tower several times during his exploits as Icon, he had never had the fortune to see it from this perspective, and as he looked away from the tower and into Alexa’s eyes, he knew that this would be the most magical getaway that he could have ever hoped for.
Hey guys, I might be a bit more sporadic for the next week or so due to a death in the family and figuring out arrangements and such.



2:03 AM, The Next Day

As Icon soared high above Lost Haven he could hardly believe that just under twenty four hours ago, the city had been under siege by the Hounds of Humanity. Now, the city was at peace. Most of the city’s citizens were now at home, tucked comfortably into their beds, blissfully unaware of just how close they had come to oblivion. It was moments like this, when he was able to see this magnificent city in a light that few others ever could, that made this life that he has chosen so worth it. Seeing the bustling city at rest, with so few people out on the streets, seeing only the lights of the city’s skyline as it stands in stark contrast against the darkness of night was something to behold, and it was moments like this that he was grateful to have been given the ability to do the things that he can do in order to protect not only the people of this beautiful city, but people all over the world.

Icon slowly began to descend as he approached Sherman Square, which had been the focal point of the conflict with the Hounds. A sense of despair washed over him as he saw the destruction that had been wrought on the Square, which was a cultural and economic hub for Lost Haven. Icon mourned for the businesses and homes that had been damaged or destroyed in the conflict, but he knew that the people of Lost Haven were resilient and they would recover from this latest setback.

They always do.

That thought bothered Icon. Not that they always recovered from things like this. But that they had to recover, seemingly on an increasing basis. And this time it wasn’t just the bad guys that were doing the damage. In fact, some of the so called heroes that had responded to the Hounds’ attack had caused just as much, if not more damage than the Hounds themselves, and that was not acceptable.

We have to be held accountable, otherwise we’re no better than them. Icon thought to himself. In fact, it had been something that had been on his mind a lot in the last twenty four hours, since he witnessed the destruction that both sides had caused to the city. It had been on his mind when he and Alexa had returned to her penthouse apartment after the Hounds had been defeated, and it had been on his mind when Chris Arthur had reached out to him.

Icon slowed as he approached Sherman Center, the large tower illuminated the night sky like few other skyscrapers West of Dubai could. Though Sherman Center was no longer the tallest building in Lost Haven, it still proved to be one of the crowning jewels of ot only Sherman Square, but Lost Haven herself. As Icon got within feet of the building, a set of large bay windows slowly began to open, allowing him to gain entry to the large conference room on the other side of the glass. As he touched down on the marble floor of the conference room, Icon could see that he was not alone. Christopher Arthur sat at the large circular table at the center of the room.

“I got your message.” Icon said as he approached the man who had proven to be an invaluable ally on more than one occasion.

“Oh good, you’re here. I don’t know why I never used skywriting to contact everyone else before,” Chris said when he finally noticed Icon entering the conference room. He took one last sip of the tea he had been drinking while waiting for Lost Haven’s greatest hero to arrive before he set it down on a nearby side table. He was wearing a gray robe, embroidered with his initials, along with a pair of slippers that were matching in color.

“Don’t worry. I’m wearing shorts underneath this.” Chris reassured Icon when he stood up from his chair to greet the blue and silver garbed hero. Considering that the heroes of Lost Haven had just defeated the Hounds, why couldn’t Chris conduct this meeting in a more casual dress attire.

Icon nodded to Chris as he spoke. He had known that Arthur was a bit eccentric, as most billionaire superheroes are apt to be, so he wasn’t overly surprised by his choice of attire. In fact, he supposed that he should be glad the Arthur was wearing anything at all, considering some of the stories that he had heard about the man. Nevertheless, if this was about what Icon had suspected, he thought that it would be prudent to get right to it.

“I think I know what this is about, but I have to ask. What do you need?”

“We have something to discuss that should have done a long time ago,” Chris responded. “Over the past few months, we have been only reactive to the threats that have loomed over this city and even the world as a whole. We have had success with impromptu team-ups, but someday even our raw talents won’t be enough to win the day. We need something more proactive, something more permanent. We need to form a team.”

Icon stood there in silence for a moment as Arthur’s words resonated in his mind. The truth was, the man was right. There have been an increasing number of crises that have occured over the last couple of years, from D-Day to the Pax Metahumana debacle, to the Hounds of Humanity that have proven to be too wide spread for any one hero to handle alone. And while the heroes have been lucky thus far when alliances needed to be formed, they couldn’t count on that good fortune to continue. With a team, they would be able to not only deal with any situations that might arrive, but they could police the conduct of the participants as well, something that was sorely needed during this last conflict.

“I agree.” Icon told him. “I’ve got some ideas as to who we should bring in. I’m guessing you do as well?”

“You think I would have called this meeting if I didn’t?” Chris answered Icon back with a laugh. “I think a good place to start is with the heroes who gathered at Settler’s Clearing in Park Royal during the Pax Metahumana Crisis.”

Chris was of course referring to the first five heroes he had recruited at that time: Icon, Lyger, Radiance, Thunderbolt, and Boom. Except for the twins, Chris knew that the other three heroes were still active. Those three heroes participated both in D-Day and the attack on Sherman Square by the Hounds. This would create a strong foundation for Icon and Chris’ all-star team.

“I haven’t heard from the Speedster Twins for months now, but I think I know a potential replacement. You might have met her during the Hounds’ Attack. Her name is Slipstream and he runs her operations out of Pacific Point. I teamed-up with her once when I was out west, so I probably could get her to come onboard with our team.”

“We’ve met.” Icon confirmed. “I think she has a lot of potential.”

Icon thought about the names that Chris had mentioned, and he agreed that these heroes would be a solid foundation on which to build a team. Though the twins would have been ideal, he had heard rumors that they went missing shortly after the Pax Metahumana crisis. There hadn’t been any sightings of them in months. Though, he had a good feeling about Slipstream, and he was sure that she would be more than capable of stepping in and filling their boots. He also knew that Radiance would be in, as he and Alexa had discussed this exact idea on numerous occasions. There was only one question that he had about Arthur’s list.

“Lyger. Do you think he’ll be willing to join? He doesn’t exactly seem to play well with others.”

“Although Lyger is a loner, he has come through for us every time he had answered the call for service. We might have to be creative when we ask him to join. It probably would be better if you did the honors. Maybe even mention that this was your idea. Otherwise, he might tell me to go fuck myself.”

“You might be right. I’m pretty sure I overheard him saying something about wanting to punch you in the mouth.” Icon agreed.

“Then he better get in line. I’m sure there’s a line a mile long of people who want to punch me in the face.” Chris shrugged off Icon’s mention of Lyger’s desire to cause physical violence to Chris.

“You’re probably right.” Icon chuckled as he took a seat at the table across from Chris, where the two heroes began to set out a plan to recruit prospective members of this new “super team.” And although they had a good starting point, they knew that they would need others to join this new endeavor in order for it to have any chance of success.



Now that the threat of the Hounds had been put to rest, things were starting to get back to normal in Lost Haven. Since Lost Haven was not in impending danger, or at least the next crazy psycho had not revealed him or herself yet, Kelly thought that the coast was clear enough for her to take Jean, Taylor, and Darren to go see Mr. Giuseppe so the three newbies could get genuine superhero apparel instead whatever makeshift costumes they might have managed to cobble together. As this job did not require all three of the “veterans” to go, Zac decided to stay behind to hold down the fort while Sammy and Kelly chaperoned their new allies to Lost Haven. Sammy, too, did not need to accompany the four other metahumans, but she insisted.

Sammy’s intentions, however, were not so difficult to guess. As soon as the five metahumans had arrived in Lost Haven via a warp gate that Kelly had generated with her magical abilities, Sammy just so conveniently got herself separated from the rest of the group and immediately made her way to Crown Ridge. Since there were three of them getting fitted for costumes, Sammy had plenty of time to make a quick little pitstop at Lost Haven’s twin city.

In no time, Sammy was standing in front of a standalone, brownstone townhouse, which belonged to a certain cat-themed hero. Although Sammy could not find the key that “her” Kyle had given her for some strange reason, she nevertheless knew where to find the emergency key hidden outside of Kyle’s home. After she had confirmed that nobody was watching, Sammy reached into the mailbox associated with the house and pulled out the spare key.

After Sammy had let herself inside, she discovered that Kyle was not home, which was how Sammy hoped her little surprise visit would turn out. She then hurried upstairs and pillaged Kyle’s dresser for one of his t-shirts. Since Kyle was several inches taller than Sammy, what would just be a regular shirt on the cat-themed hero would look like a short dress on her. Once she picked one out that she particularly liked, she then deactivated her power nullifier and reverted back to her snake-girl appearance. Because her clothes were no longer suitable her serpentine figure, Sammy just shed them off and pulled on Kyle’s t-shirt, oversized for her.

As Sammy turned towards the bed, she noticed something off. It appeared as if someone, other than Kyle, had been sleeping in his bed! But that was impossible! She and Kyle were engaged. He would never cheat behind her back. Sure, they lived several states away, but they had something special between them, something you could not just replace with a one night stand. He promised that they were getting married.

Pushing these fears out of her mind, Sammy threw herself onto the bed. Now all she had to do was wait until her future husband would come home.

As Kyle turned down his street, he did so with a heavy heart. Almost from the beginning, Harry had been his mentor and his friend. When Ronnie had first introduced Kyle to his grandfather, Kyle had only recently begun his endeavor as the masked vigilante, Lyger. Those first few months had been trying. Kyle had no direction, no real idea of what exactly it was that he was trying to do. He had a desire to help, and the physical gifts and nearly unlimited potential to do just that, he just needed a guiding hand to show him the way.

Harry had provided that guidance.

When Ronnie died, Kyle was filled with anger and hatred. He had pushed everyone away as he set out to avenge his friend’s murder. However, again Harry was there. He had put his own grief aside and was there for his young protege, refusing to allow Kyle to slip too down the path of darkness. While continuing to help Kyle in his mission, he refused to allow him to be consumed by hatred.

Harry had saved Kyle, and now he was leaving. Although Harry had gone out of his way to set Kyle up with everything that he might need, including a new two person support team, Kyle was filled with doubt. He just did not know that he could do this without his mentor. These thoughts weighed on his mind as he made his way up the front steps of the brownstone. Kyle approached the entrance to his home, taking out the key and unlocking the door. He took a moment to check the mail slot before he went inside, seeing that there was nothing there he closed and locked it before locking the front door behind him.

Kyle was parched. It was a hot day, and the walk from the new base of operations, while not far, had left him wanting a nice cool drink. He made his way to the kitchen and and took the pitcher of water from the refrigerator and began to pour himself a glass of water when he heard a sound coming from the bedroom. It sounded like the bed had creaked, which was odd because there wasn’t supposed to be anyone home. Sam was supposed to be at the university radio station putting content together for a memorial show for the victims of the Hounds of Humanity attack on the school. So he left the kitchen and went upstairs to the bedroom to investigate. When Kyle got to the bedroom door, he saw that someone was curled up under the blankets.

“Babe? I thought you were at the station today.” Kyle said as he sat down on the bed next to who he thought was his girlfriend and gently caressed her back.

“Can’t a girl surprise her man every once in a while?”

A long, scaly snake tail slithered out from underneath the sheets and began to wrap its coils around Kyle’s body. He was then pulled off his feet into the bed, where he finally saw who was reclining under the sheets. A woman with pale green skin and brunette hair, wearing one of Kyle’s shirts, drew Kyle into her embrace and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Kyle was correct that her name was Samantha. Just not his Sam.

“I was so worried about the Hounds’ activity from the past few days! I didn’t want to become a widow before I had a chance to be a bride!” She admitted to him after she parted from his lips.

At first, Kyle didn’t recognize the woman who had been in his bed. But after a moment, he knew exactly who she was. But something was wrong. The Sammy Kadowski that he knew had feline features as a result of magic. How she had come to take on a reptilian appearance was a mystery to him. Also a mystery, was exactly how she got into his house, and why was she in his bed. He had been unprepared for the large, snake-like tail that wrapped itself around him before forcing him to her where she met him with a deep kiss.

He pulled away from her embrace, still shocked by what had just transpired. He took a step back and was ready to yell at her for what she’d just done. Breaking into his house, climbing into the bed that he shared with Sam wearing only one of his tee shirts. But he couldn’t yell at her. Something had clearly happened to her that had left her in this state. So he simply sat back down on the edge of the bed.

“Sammy, what happened to you?”

“You, too?” Sammy asked as she sat up on the bed while using her arms to prop herself up. Both Zac and Kelly were also bewildered by what Sammy considered to be her normal appearance. Even the Silver Sorceress was surprised, although only for a moment. And now Lyger looked like he had never seen her without wearing a power nullifier.

“What could have scrambled all of your memories,” she mumbled to herself.

With an uncanny swiftness, Sammy tossed aside the sheets, slithered out of the bed and coiled around Kyle again. She rested her arms around the back of Kyle’s shoulders so her head was level with his and looking over his shoulder.

“You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” She whimpered with an clear concern in her voice. Her arms were beginning to tremble, not because she could not hold herself up even with her snake half wrapped around her ‘fiance,’ but rather because of a different fear: that he was backing out.

Kyle knew that something was very wrong with Sammy. He had been well aware of her feelings for him, however he had been under the impression that they had resolved that issue the last time Sammy had come to visit him. She was well aware of his relationship with Sam, so this latest development was certainly a shock. Kyle listened to Sammy speak, and as she spoke, she began to make less and less sense.

“Sammy, what are you talking about? And why are you here?” Kyle asked, at a loss for words.

“How do you not know? You’re the one who freaking proposed to me!” Sammy retorted back to Kyle’s question. She then extended out her left hand in front of Kyle and revealed a ring on her finger. But this was not the special ring that Kyle had given her so she could look like something other than an anime character for once. Instead, it was a much older ring, the very one that Kyle's own father had given to his mother when they first got married.

“Doesn't this prove it? How else would I have your mother's ring?”

Seeing his mother’s ring on Sammy’s finger was like a punch to the gut. Though she had been gone for nearly ten years, some days the pain was as fresh as the day that his father had told him that she didn’t survive the accident. He missed her deeply, and seeing her ring on someone’s finger...someone who he had not given the ring to, caused a deep anger to boil within him.

“What the hell are you playing at?” He wanted to say. “How dare you steal that ring?!” He wanted to shout.

But he didn’t.

He cared for Sammy, and though he was angry about this personal invasion, he took a deep breath and chose his words very carefully.

“Sammy, where did you get that ring?” He asked, still unable to believe his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Sammy said with a confused look on her face. “You gave it to me when you took me down to the stone ledges to see the sunset. You know just the perfect spot to have an amazing view of the ocean, where we could see the setting sun glitter over the water. And right before the sun was gone, you pulled out your mother’s ring. I know how you feel about your mother. I would never dishonor her memory.”

Kyle stared in disbelief at his mother’s ring on Sammy’s finger. She swore up and down that he had given it to her, and although he knew that he in fact hadn’t, she seemed convinced that he had.

“Sammy, this doesn’t make any sense.” Kyle finally said after a brief pause. “I couldn’t have given that to you. We’re not together.” He said more bluntly than he had intended. However, before she could respond, he tried to clarify what he had meant.

“I mean, I thought that we’d already talked about this. I’m with Sam, and I love her. You and I are friends, but that’s all we are.” He tried to explain, but from the look on Sammy’s face, he could see that this was not going well.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Sammy said as she uncoiled her tail from Kyle’s body. Tears poured down the snake girl’s cheeks.

“I remained faithful to you this entire time, yet you don’t even have the decency to tell me you’ve moved on until now? I’ve even gave up my virginity for you. And what do I get in return? Being tossed aside for your next squeeze.”

She then turned her attention to the ring that had belonged to Kyle’s mother and started to pull it off. At first, Sammy struggled with it for a moment, but it eventually just slid off her finger. Where the ring had been resting on her finger, there remained a band lighter than the rest of her skin, revealing that Sammy had been wearing this ring for a few months now.

“I guess I don’t need this anymore,” Sammy admitted before she tossed it onto Kyle’s bed. She then glanced back at Kyle. Tears still flowed from her eyes because of her broken heart. Her face did not bear any sign of anger, as there was not a single bone in her body that could be angry at Kyle. Instead, her face expressed disappointment and sadness.

From the look of sheer heartbreak that was etched on Sammy’s face, Kyle knew that this wasn’t just some game that Sammy was playing. She earnestly believed that she and Kyle were engaged, and that he has been unfaithful to her.

But how?

He wondered to himself if someone had done something to her, if they had somehow manipulated her mind to cause her to believe these lies. Could someone have implanted false memories of a fictional life together? He wondered if this Sammy was somehow a clone of the Sammy he knew, which could possibly explain the physical differences. Or could this be some strange side effect of the magic that had caused her condition in the first place? Kyle didn’t know, but he was going to get to the bottom of this, for Sammy.

“Sammy, I don’t know what’s going on, but we’ll figure this out.” He told her. “I’m your friend, and I’ll always be your friend. We’ll find out what did this and we’ll fix it. I promise.”

“But there’s nothing wrong with me!” Sammy bawled. “I’ve looked like this ever since Zac and Kelly got their powers from Diplodoc’s serum.”

Sammy then scooped up the clothes she had discarded earlier and hurried out of the bedroom so she could change back into her regular clothes. Around the corner, Sammy found the upstairs bathroom. She slithered in and slammed the door behind herself. Once inside, she reactivated her power nullifier, reverting her back to her regular human appearance. She then started to dress herself with her own clothes.

“Sammy, wait,” Kyle said as Sammy slithered out of the bedroom and down the hall. As expected, she ignored him and slammed the bathroom door shut. As he stood there alone in the bedroom, he kept turning his mother’s ring over in his hand, and not wanting to misplace the heirloom, decided that maybe he should put it back in the drawer that he kept it. Much to his surprise, when he opened the small jewelry box in the top drawer of his dresser, he found that his mother’s ring was still exactly where he remembered it.

“What the hell…?” He said to himself as he took his mother’s ring, his mother’s real ring out of the box and examined the two rings against one another.

Aside from one small difference, the words “My Life, My Love” engraved on the inside of the band of the ring that Sammy had been wearing, the two rings were identical.

“Sammy, come here. You need to see this.” Kyle called out.

However, Kyle did not hear any response, nor any footsteps walking back towards his bedroom. When Kyle checked the upstairs bathroom, he found that the door was unlocked and unoccupied. Only the shirt that Sammy had taken out of his closet remained. There was no way Sammy could have slipped past Kyle without him noticing. But when he noticed that the bathroom window was slightly cracked open, he realized that there was only one way Sammy could have possibly slipped out of the house. Yet when Kyle opened up the window and peered outside, he did not see Sammy within eyeshot. The area immediately below the window was not disturbed, so Sammy must have reached the ground without hurting herself.

“Wonderful.” Kyle said to himself as he continued to look out the window hoping to catch a glimpse of Sammy. When he realized that she was probably long gone by now, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, where he went through his contacts. From there, he sent a pair of text messages detailing what had just happened. The first text was to Zac, who was one of Sammy’s best friends. The other was to Sam...His Sam, to tell her exactly what had happened here tonight.
Alright, so Ded and I are hoping to finish a fun little collab before we get into a more significant one. Also planning on starting my next major solo arc sometime this week now that I'm on vacation for about a week and a half
That was fun. I'm looking forward to doing more in the near future


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Working on some stuff


In the days since Hounds of Humanity had been defeated, Kyle had hardly heard from Harry. Aside from the occasional text checking in, there was nothing. Kyle had tried getting in touch with his mentor to go over cases that he had been investigating prior to the ordeal with the Hounds, however, the old man would simply tell him that he didn’t have the time, or that they would look into it later. Harry’s seeming disinterest was very much out of character, and Kyle had begun to grow concerned for his friend. So, when he received a text message from the old man telling him to meet at a specific address in Crown Ridge, he was both relieved and concerned.

Meet me at 53 Somerset Ave, Crown Ridge, noon. The message had said.

Kyle arrived at the address Harry had provided just before noon and was slightly confused as to why the old man had wanted to meet here. There was nothing there but an old decommissioned post office building which looked as if it hadn’t been touched in twenty years. Around the perimeter of the old building was a large brick wall which much like the rest of the property had seen better days. The wall was in disrepair, and in some places looked to be crumbling. However, as he looked closer, he could see that it appeared that there had been some recent renovations to the wall, as well as what looked to be a state of the art surveillance system.

“What’s going on Harry?” Kyle asked out loud, although he was alone.

Not seeing Harry anywhere, Kyle began to walk around the outside of the wall which surrounded the old post office. He was puzzled as to why Harry could possibly want to meet here. Though, one thing he had learned in his time working with Harry, is that the old man always had a reason for everything, he’d just have to wait and find out what that reason was.

12:04

Harry was late, which Kyle found odd. Harry was never late, for anything. The old man was always quick to remind Kyle of one of his many rules of thumb, “if you’re early, you’re on time. If you’re on time, you’re late.” So, the fact that Harry had not arrived yet had him slightly concerned. However, he did not have to worry for long, as after a few minutes, he saw Harry’s black Cadillac round the corner before if pulled up to the curb in front of him.

“Hi.” The old man said with a smile as he stepped out of the car. His tone was much more jovial than normal.

Now, Kyle was worried.

“What’s up?” Kyle asked as he greeted his mentor. “Why did you want to meet here?”

“Come this way.” Harry said, motioning Kyle to follow him through the gated entrance which would take them to the other side of the wall. ‘We’ve got some things to discuss.”

Harry led Kyle to the old post office building, and as they got closer Kyle could see just how badly the building had deteriorated from years of neglect. Though, as he looked more closely at the building, something seemed slightly “off” about it. Something about the building seemed artificial. Kyle followed Harry around the left side of the building to a section of wall which was just out of view from the street side.

“Put your hand there.” Harry said pointing to a specific section of the wall that was broken into four square panels, indicating that Kyle should put his hand on the second panel in. When Kyle did as he was instructed, nothing happened.

“What is this?” Kyle asked, growing slightly frustrated, and yet, even more concerned for Harry. In the past few weeks, something had been off with Harry. He didn’t seem to be as fully invested in what they had been doing as he once was. He also noticed the little things, the fatigue in Harry’s eyes, the difficulty the older man had with seemingly menial tasks, such as picking up a coffee mug, or the increasing frequency in which Harry forgot things. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was just another example of Harry’s recent troubles.

Almost as if sensing Kyle’s trepidation, Harry placed his palm of the same panel that Kyle had, and much to the younger man’s surprise, the panel glowed with a bluish hue and the wall slid open, revealing a large elevator with enough room to fit two cars side by side.

“Your biometrics haven’t been programmed into the system yet.” Harry explained to Kyle. “Once we do that, it’ll open for you too.” He finished as the elevator began to move downward.

“Harry, what the hell is this place?” Kyle asked.

“This…” Harry began. “This is what I’ve been working on for the last month.” He explained as the elevator came to a stop.

Once the elevator had stopped, the doors slid open revealing a large room. In the center of the room was a rather unassuming car. Although it was a nice looking car, it didn’t seem to be anything special. Then his eyes shifted from the car to the rest of the room. On the far wall was a large computer array, and in the opposite corner of the room was a workout station, complete with weights, climbing ropes and cardio machines.

“What is this place?” Kyle asked even though he knew the answer.
“This is your new base of operations. During the cold war it was common for the US government to build bomb shelters beneath municipal buildings, this was an example of one. It was decommissioned in the 70’s.” Harry began.

“I was able to purchase the property on your behalf, and using some of my old contacts I was able to establish several different shell companies to hide the identity of the true owner, but that’s not anything that you have to worry about.” Harry said, clearly enjoying the baffled look on Kyle’s face.

“It will make operating within Crown Ridge more efficient. Of course, you’ll still have access to The Garage should you need it.” Harry explained. “I know it doesn’t look like much now, but we’ve been working on this for weeks, when we’re done, it’ll be all you need.”

“We?” Kyle asked.

“Kyle, this is a young man’s game.” Harry began, ignoring Kyle’s question. “And I’m not a young man anymore.”

“What are you saying?” Kyle asked, concern creeping into his voice.

“I can’t keep doing this Kyle. When I began training you, you were just a kid with unlimited, untapped potential. And while in many ways you are still that same boy that showed up on my doorstep with Ronnie, you’ve grown so much.” He paused for a moment, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the floor at the mention of his grandson.

“But there’s nothing more I can teach you.”

“Harry…” Kyle began but was immediately cut off.

“It’s time for you to take the next step, it’s time for you to be your own man.” Harry told him. “And as it’s your time, it’s also mine. It’s my time to retire.”

“What are you going to do?” Kyle asked, the shock of the moment made it difficult for him to get the words out.

“Oh, I think I’m going to go to a nice tropical beach somewhere and spend my days sipping fruity drinks with umbrellas in them.” Harry joked. “But no matter what, if you ever need me, I’ll be there for you. I’m just a phone call away.”

“I…I was not expecting this.” Kyle admitted, still struggling to find the right words.

“But I wouldn’t leave you without getting you set up with everything you need. I know that it doesn’t look like much right now, but neither did The Garage when I first started working on it. This place, this place will be special…and you’re going to make it your own.” Harry told the younger man.

“Harry, you said ‘we.’ Who were you talking about?” Kyle asked.

“Them.” Harry said as he pointed behind Kyle. Much to Kyle’s surprise he saw two young women standing behind him. One was a young blonde woman who looked to be barely out of high school. The other was a dark haired Latina woman who was about his age, or slightly older.

“Kyle, I’d like you to meet Cassie Welch, the best hacker in the Western Hemisphere. Trust me, the computers are in good hands.”

“They call me Whisper.” She sad as she extended her hand to shake his.

“And this is the woman that created most of the equipment you use, Ash Martinez, also know as Echo. Her father was the most innovative engineer I’ve ever known. And I have to say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I think you’ll be excited to see what she’s been cooking up for you.”
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