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Uptown Goth Haven, The Penthouse apartment of Jon Vegas, Morning.
Jon's manservant, Manchester, was going about his business.

He looked at the clock on the wall & thought "Master Vegas will up soon, I best get the table set."

Manchester finished up making breakfast. As he did, a person sauntered out of the bedroom.

"Morning, Manny." Janet Marrow said. She was wearing on of Jon's designer dress shirts, it was buttoned up most of the way. On her feet were a pair of her socks & her brown hair was slightly messed from last night's activities.

"Morning, Miss Marrow. I trust Master Vegas is up?" Manchester asked.

"Yeah. Jon is taking his morning whizz."

There came a slight laugh off to Janet's left. She turned & looked in that direction. There sitting on the Italian leather sofa was a man that made Janet feel suddenly very self conscious.

"Hi Janet." Jack Austin said with a slight smile.

"Hi, Jack." Janet said & then turned back to Manchester & shot him an evil look. "Why didn't you tell me Jack was here?"

"Well, Miss. A couple of reasons: 1. You didn't ask. 2. I thought you knew & 3. It's not like Mr. Austin is invisible."

Janet's menacing glare quickly faded as she went back into bedroom.

From inside the bedroom one could hear Janet scream "Jon!"

"It shouldn't be much longer, Mr. Austin." Manchester said & then went about setting the table for Breakfast.

"It's all right. I've gotten use to waiting for Jon & Janet, it was practically part of my job description."

Jack could see Manchester smile a bit but didn't comment on it & he went back to his paper. The Goth Haven Times' very own anti-Meta writer, Rolland Stone, has another some what amusing rant on the Editorial page that he was enjoying & wanted to finish before he made his announcement.

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Another Dimension.
If this dimension tracked time like we do in ours it would be Monday around 7:15 am.
With in this dimension, there is a planet. On this planet there is a lush valley & in this valley, A man is meditating. He dressed rather oddly for this place: a tux. Beside him are his suit jacket, white glove & his cape. He is sitting in the lotus position.

As he meditates, a small blue swirl of light appears just a few feet from him & so does an astral projection of the man. He tries to pull open the swirl but it's fighting back. It finally wins. The swirl disappears & the projection is pushed back into the man. He is pushed onto his back.

"Curses! Curse it all to the frosty halls of Wintergoth!" he yelled angrily at the purplish pink sky & it's three Suns.

"Fear not, young one. Master it you will in time." the small greenish blue humanoid said in it's attempt at English. "But, one question answer me this: Why cause you so much pain?"

"Because!" The brown haired stage magician/defender of Earth snapped back.

This caused the creature to raise what would be considered his right eyebrow if he had them. The Amazing Rando paused, breathed in a cleansing breath & then let it out. He centered himself & then continued.

"I'm sorry, Majestrix Co'da. I am very grateful of your hospitality while I've been cut off from my own dimension but I must return there, there are people their that depend on me. In fact a whole world that depends on me."

"This Urth you've spoken of?"

"Yes. When I left to help you & your people defend against the evil Empire of Ching Chong Wiki Wiki, I was in the process of being trained."

"This Fudrael Meat Human Rescue Sentry?"

"Yes. With them." Rando said, trying to suppress his laughter. "I was being training with a group of like minded individuals, we just about to be part of a set of trials set up by a mystical Order."

Majestrix Co'da interrupted "If these trails were so important then why leave before they happen? We, the people of Dragbah, could have held back the Empire until you had finished your training."

"I know. But, my duty as a defender of the Earth comes before all else & my mystical amulet, the all seeing third eye of Romita was telling me that if the Empire wasn't stopped here, they may strike back in my dimension."

The Majestrix nodded knowingly & Rando went back to trying to break the barrier between dimensions. He was not sure why this time was so hard, he'd pass through many a dimension before but until recently it has become all but impossible. Just before he cleared his mind, he wondered how C-Class was doing.

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The outskirts of the Kloshee Ilahee, Alaska.
Just shortly after a laser touched down & burnt a hole in the ground.
All the activity was in come how related to that laser.

"Something seem to be puzzling you, Gordon." Clayton Greenhawk asked his long time friend, Gordon Matthew Summers. The two of them where standing outside Clayton's RV. They were leaning against it, both were having a mug of Coffee. They watched as the AWOL member of C-Class went about checking on their stuff. The only other adult around, Victor Torrie, went about checking on other things.

"Yeah, I guess. If I know Ruby like I think I do I doubt he would have just shot a laser into the ground & left it at that."

"I thought we came to the conclusion that it was a warning shot & a show of his power."

"True. But, that just doesn't fit Holcombs' M.O. This seems to sloppy or maybe I'm missing something."

"Maybe. So, why did he make that hole in the ground?" Greenhawk said sarcastically.

"I don't know." Summers said as he reached his hand into his right pants' pocket. He then felt one of the objects in there, an thought popped into his head. He turned to Clayton & said "Gather everyone up."

"Why?"

"Just do it & I'll explain why then."

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The Parrodiopolis office of the Federal Meta-Human Resource Center, Ruben Holcomb's Office.
He was making a phone call, an out of state call to Michigan. The phone rang for a bit & then was picked up.

"Hello?" said a voice on the other end. It sounded a bit odd.

"Is this Dr. Roy Hinkley?"

"No. This is Reinfield, I help the master."

"How nice for you. Is Dr. Hinkley there?"

In the background Holcomb could hear someone talking. "Reinfield, who is it?"

"Is a man asking for you." Reinfield answered.

"Give me that. Go attend to the experiment, I don't want it waking up before we're finished." The second voice said as it took a hold of receiver.

"Am I speaking to Dr. Roy Hinkley?" Holcomb asked.

"Yes. Who wants to know?" Dr. Hinkley said slightly pissed.

"This is Ruben Holcomb. I'm with the..."

Hinkley cut him off. "I know who your with. The FMRC."

"Yes. I'm the acting head & you were member of C-Class under the codename of 'The Professor'. Is that correct?" Holcomb asked as he looked over Hinkley's file.

"Yeah & I still use the codename, it's mine. I came into your group with it. So, No! You can't have to use on someone else."

"I don't want your name."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want you."

There was silence on the other end & then Hinkley said. "This isn't a kinky sex thing, is it? Because The Professor don't swing that way."

"Dr. Hinkley, this is not a 'kinky sex thing' as you called it. I'd like to bring you back."

"As part of C-Class?"

"No."

"Then where? D-Class?" Hinkley mocked.

"How would you like to be the field leader for B-Class?" Holcomb said bluntly.

There was a few moments of silence.

"Dr. Hinkley? Are you still there?"

"Yes. I'm here. Why do you want me now & not when I originally signed up for your organization?"

"That wasn't the right time. This is."

"What would I be doing?"

"Helping me take down the C-Class among other things."

Almost instantly, Hinkley replied. "Ok. I'll be your guy."

"Excellent."

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The Vegas Penthouse.
After breakfast, Jon & Janet were seated on a loveseat. Jack was on the couch & Manchester was in the kitchen cleaning up.

"So, Jack: what was so important that you couldn't have told me over the phone & we needed to meet in person?" Jon asked after taking a sip of his after breakfast glass of Wine.

"It involves my further inaction with the Wonderful Seven."

Jon almost choked on his chardonnay, once he recovered Jon asked "What?"

If he knew what Jack was going to tell him about was WS business he would have arranged a safe meeting place. They have secret identities to maintain! As far a the public knows they are just Jon Vegas, hot shot Attorney & Jack Austin, successful Inventor/Scientist. They don't know they were Jet Starscream & the Golden Guardian (even with their resent stay in jail). Janet didn't have a dual identity because of her father, the WWII era Mystery Man: Tom Marrow.

"It's ok, Jon. I secured our location, no one outside of this apartment can hear what were saying. I was kind of surprised you didn't have more security measures in here given your some what flimsy secret identity."

"Hey! The whole hair restyle & slight vocal tone change has worked fine for me so far, we can't all hide behind a mask!" Jon shot back.

"Ok. All I'm saying is someone is bound to connect Jon Vegas with Jet Starscream, what with Jon dating Jet's former teammate who he was romantically linked to & Jon being the Seven's Attorney. Then, there is Jon & Jet are never in the same place at the same time bit."

"I've been doing ok so far." Jon said defensively.

"But, then there's that attitude that got the team broken up." Jack said bluntly.

"Hey!" Jon said jumping up from his seat, his heat vision was starting up. "That wasn't my fault. Regent did something to me, all of us & the fall out from that caused the split up!"

"Jon, calm down. You don't want to kill Jack. Think how'll you feel later & plus you'd ruin your new sofa." Janet said trying to calm Jon down.

"ok." Jon said as he sat down.

"Thanks, Janet." Jack said.

"For what? I don't you should of said that but I don't you should die for one miss said comment."

"Thanks." He said sarcastically.

"Now, what did you want to talk about?" Jon asked.

"I'm retiring."

"What?"

"Yeah. I'm not Super Hero, I was just a guy in a hi tech suit of armor."

"But there are Heroes out there like you..." Janet said, paused & then said "NTU-150 being one."

"Don't remind me. I've always felt a little like a rip off, he was the real hero & I was just the copy."

"No, your not." Janet said.

"Really? Name one other Hero at our level that runs around in a suit of armor besides NTU-150?"

Janet tried but couldn't.

"See! Also, I think I should try to patch things up with Alice & Kyle should have a male influence in his life." Jack said as he mentioned his estranged wife & 5 year old son. "Plus, I've also gotten a job offer."

"From who?" Janet asked.

"I can't tell. Strict confidentiality rules."

"But, I thought you said know one could hear us?" Jon said. He was slightly drunk by now.

"I know. But, these people have Tech I've never seen before & I'm not sure if my stuff can counteract their stuff."

Jon was about to say something but Janet cut him off. "Ok."

"Thanks."

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Mr. Greenhawk's RV, the whole group is gathered around.

"So, I've got a question to ask you guys.." Summers asked.

"Sure. What is it?" Betty Marsh said.

"Do you all still those buttons I gave you back at my apartment?"

The group started to look & feel around for them. Then, one by one they showed Summer the buttons.

"Good. Good." He muttered to himself.

"Ok. But, What does that prove?" Victor Torrie asked. He didn't have a button.

"I'm starting to think Holcomb randomly pointed the laser & fired. He may know were here but not our exact location."

Torrie raised an eyebrow & gave a look that Mr. Summers' had been many times before.

"I know! You said never let anyone know exactly where you are but to get my job at the FMRC I had to submit to tracking, so did the kids."

Some of their eyebrows raised.

"On the first day, do you remember being scanned?"

They shook their heads.

"Not only did that scan tell them your powers, strength level, etc. but it also gave them your biosignature. They now could track it so they'd know where you were at all times."

"So, what's the deal with the buttons?" Torrie asked.

"The Buttons cloaked me & the kids. Since the buttons still work, Holcomb has been in the dark since I handed them out months ago. He's been running around blind but that doesn't mean he hasn't been doing other things."

"So, the laser was a scare tactic?" Clayton asked.

"Yes. He might of thought we may slip up if we knew he knew our location."

"But, I don't..." Torrie started to say but Greenhawk stopped him.

"Will we slip up?" Oswald Vanderhoosey asked.

"No! Of course we won't." James Milton said. Then turned to Mr Summers and asked. "Will we?"

There was a moment of silence & then Summers answered. "No."

There were some cheers & smiles all around.

"With that being said, let pack up, confront Holcomb in person & show he's been wrong about us all along."

Then caused more cheers.

After the Kids scattered about, Vic asked Clayton "Why did you stop me from talking?"

"You would have ruined Gordon's moment & the Kids needed to know everything was going to be ok."

"But it isn't!"

"They just need to think it is."

Torrie was going to say something but then went & got his stuff ready for the trip.

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A few days later, the roof of the FMRC's Parrodipolis office. A man in blue armor rocketed in & set down.

"Hello, Dr. Hinkley." Holcomb said.

"When I'm in uniform: It's The Professor."

"Very well. Professor, this is Alison Brandiwyne. She'll be your trainer."

"So, she's B-Class' Summers?"

"Yes. But better." Miss Brandiwyne said.

"Let's go meet the rest of B-Class." Holcomb said.

The three of them left the roof & went down into the building.

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Later that week...

Monitoring Station A1, Sub-Level 28 Alpha of the Parrodiopolis office of the Federal Meta-Human Resource Center. Agent Berkley was the agent on hand.

The shift was pretty normal, not much had happened. He was glad of that & in twenty minutes he was off for the day. If traffic was good, he could make it home in time to see his alma mater, the Goth Haven University Sitting Ducks, go up against the their rivals, The New Jersey Tech Mugwomps. Just one win & the Sitting Ducks go to the Finals! Just then a computer behind Berkley start to print out something. He wheels his chair over to that computer & looks at the print out.

"Hmmmm...." he said to himself. That computer was programed with all the info they had C-Class & anyone who might be aiding them. Then Berkley said to himself. "Crap."

Because this computer spit out this print out he now had to make a phone call, a phone call he didn't want to make. He doesn't like to call upstairs, they always make him feel less of himself. But, He'd eventually have to tell someone that a Traffic camera just took a pic of the RV belonging to Clayton Greenhawk on Interstate 666 just inside Littlesmallville city limits & the computer identified Summers as being the driver.

So, Berkley picks up the phone & begins to dial.

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"Are we there yet?" James Milton asked.

"No. Just a few more miles. Maybe an hour or two if we don't hit rush hour traffic." Mr. Summers said from the drivers' seat.

"Could we speed up or maybe just open a window? I think Betty just lit one." James said as he held his nose.

Betty punched him in the right arm. "I did not! Girl don't fart!"

"Actually..." Lance started to say as he sniffed the air.

Betty hit him too.

"All right. All right. No one farted. Now stop fighting or I'll stop this RV & we'll just sit here on the side of the freeway!" Summers said & they calmed down for a bit.

In another part of the RV, Ben Hermes was just starring out the window. His mind was wondering the last events of the last couple of months. He wondered how his brother was, how Laura was, if he still had his job at the Gulp 'n Go among other things.

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Ruben Holcomb answered his phone. "Yes?"

It was Berkley. He was informing his Boss's Boss's Boss's Boss about what had happened.

"I know." Holcomb said. "But thank you for informing me."

Holcomb paused for a moment so that Berkley could say his final words & then they both hung up.

"Well, this speeds up the plan at bit doesn't it?"

"What?" the person seated across the desk from him asked.

"Summers & his pack of deserters were just spotted heading towards the City." Holcomb said to Alison Brandiwyne, head of B-Class.

"So, you know what to do now, don't you?" Holcomb said with an evil smile.

She was about to say something but was interrupted by someone else.

"We sure do! Kill C-Class!" The B-Class member known as Wild Card blurted out. He also laughed a bit.

B-Class were all seated off to one side of their Trainer & her boss. Holcomb turned his gaze towards the B-Class member who spoke. Holcomb had no expression on his face. Miss Brandiwyne also looked over at them, she had a look of embarrassment mixed with a look of anger on her face.

The B-Class member seated next to Wild Card, Alisandra Slaw, raised one of her Vibranium cover arms & then slapped the back of his head.

"Ow." Wild Card said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Thank you, Miss Slaw. Your father would be proud." Holcomb said as he went back to Miss Brandiwyne. Alisandra said nothing but nodded her appreciation.

"Miss Brandiwyne?" Holcomb said turning his attention back to her.

Hearing her name said in that tone slightly frightened her & she said "Yes?" with a bit of a tremble in her voice.

"I assume you know how to control your Class?"

"I do."

"Good. Now, preform the task I've set out for them so we can move on with our lives."

"Yes, sir." Miss Brandiwyne said. She got up from her seat.

As she walked by her Class, she snapped her fingers & kept walking. Her Class did nothing but looked at each other wondering what that meant. She then shot a look of anger at them so they them hastily hurried off their chairs & out the door.

Once out the door, Holcomb sighed & pressed the intercom button. "Jane, get me Dr. Waltz on the phone. We have an appointment I've been putting off. I might be busy later so tell her it's time & to meet at the location we talked about in about..." Holcomb paused, looked at his watch. "an hour." He continued.

"Yes, Sir." Jane said.

Holcomb let his finger off the button & smiled. "Summers, you may already be to late." He thought.

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Upstate Massachusetts, The Blessed Souls Cemetery.

Just a little before sunset a yellow taxi pulls up in front of the main gates, a frumpy looking young woman exited the Taxi. As she hands the driver the fair, he asks "You sure you want out here?"

"Yes." she says directly.

He shrugged his shoulders, took the money, said. "ok." Then, drove away.

The Woman, Dreama Garner, walks into the cemetery. She passes by rows & rows of markers of the departed. She's heading towards the Crypts. Under her right arm is an ages old book of black magic. Over her left shoulder is a handbag filled with items she'll need for tonight's ritual. She was to be here with two other people, Larry Vasser & Shawn Weams. They are like her or so she thought. But in planning this trip, she found out that they were not true followers, just posers & they will be dealt with accordingly.

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On I-666, Oswald yelled out as they drove by a certain off ramp "Hey!"

"Yes?" Mr. Summers replied.

"I think you just missed the turn off for downtown Parrodipolis. Aren't we going to your Apartment?"

"No." Summers replied with a sly smile on his face.

"Plus, going there would be a bad move on our part. Even though you kids have those fancy buttons, I doubt it conceals you from being seen in person. So, if Holcomb is smart & I assume he would be, he'd have Gordon's apartment staked out." Mr. Torrie said.

Ben still couldn't get use to people referring to Mr. Summers as Gordon. He never lets anyone do that, it's always be Mr. Summers or Matthew, his middle name. His girlfriend refers to him as Matthew & he even introduced himself to the group as Matthew Summers. So, why do these two get to call him by his first name?

Ben started to see some very familiar landmarks, landmarks Ben had past by on the Train when he was going to Parrodipolis for C-Class meetings. They were heading into Goth Haven.

But they weren't the only ones a few lanes over in a sleek black town car, Ruben Holcomb was been driven to an appointment. As he was, he was again looking over those files he'd found a weeks ago. He was partly surprised to find these Zemo files in the pocession of the Government. He was also a bit surprised that they didn't act upon the info it contained but then they might have been part of some seized documents from a raid on a Zemo hideout years ago & got forgotten.

"Turn here." Holcomb said.

"Are you sure?" The Driver asked.

"Yes. Now do it or your fired." Holcomb said as went back to studying his files.

"Yes, sir." The Driver said & turned.

At that point the two vehicles parted ways, Holcomb went more in land while the RV went down towards the waterfront.

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Dreama reaches the Crypts & looks for a specific one, the Tomb of Merlin Solomon. It does not surprise her that her master's Mausoleum is the most elegant in the whole Cemetery. It was clearly paid for by his followers. Dreama walks up the wooden doors, it's locked. Dreama waves her hand over it. In seconds the lock rusts & falls off. She walks in & down the steps to her master's current resting place.

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The RV containing C-Class pulled up in front of a non descript building, it was in the Jefferson Plaza part of the city. They were just a few blocks from the waterfront. Ben noted to himself that it was just a mile or two from his own apartment.

"We're here!" Summers said as he parked the RV & got out. The rest of the passengers shortly followed suit.

"Why?" James asked.

"Why?" Mr Summers said with a sly smile on his face as he unlocked & opened the rolling garage door before them.

"Yeah!"

"We're here to pick something up."

He walked in & flipped on the lights. Parked there was the Ambulance the group had been using before they left for Alaska. C-Class ran over to it, the Adults walked over to it.

"I had Abbey bring it over. I couldn't leave it in my Apartment complex's parking garage or Holcomb might get it."

Shortly there after the group started to look over the building. The difference between the outside & the inside was like night & day. The area they were in was fully equipped for serving any sort of need a vehicle might need.

As she looked around, Betty asked "Who owns this place?"

"I do." Summers said. He still had the same smile on his face.

"Why?" James asked.

"You how I said I had been planning something for awhile..."

"Yeah."

"Well... this is part of it. I used some money I had saved up over the years & some called in a few favors from some people I know to get this place ready."

"Ready for what?" Ben asked.

"You guys."

This caused a few raised eyebrows.

"Why?" James asked.

"James, your starting to sound like a broken record. What Gordon is trying to say is that if we're to take down Holcomb we need supplies. Plus, I'm not sure if he's brought this up but He also want to keep the group going after that." Greenhawk said.

"So, a C-Class devoid of the FMRC's meddling?" James asked.

"An A-Class!" Oswald said.

"You could say that." Summers said. "This would be our headquarters. I know it's not as glamorous as the FMRC building or my Apartment in Parrodipolis. It's not even as fancy as the Lair Mansion but it'll work."

"Can we go look around?" Betty asked.

"Sure." Summers said & before he could finnish the word, they were gone.

"You think they like it?" Greenhawk asked.

"I'm not sure." Summers said sarcastically.

"They'd better enjoy it now because with what I've been reading about what you had your lady friend bring you, there isn't much joy ahead." Torrie said putting a damper on the moment.

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Dreama stepped down into main room, the current resting place of her master. His coffin was in the center of the room. She takes on her bag & places her book on a small shelf at the foot of the Coffin. From her bag, Dreama takes out a bag of blessed sand. She then makes a circle around the the coffin. Then she takes out blessed candles & places them on the circle a few feet from each other.

At the foot of the coffin, Dreama crosses her legs as she sits down. She waves her hand over the book & it opens to a page to a special place. Dreama mutters a few words & the candles all light up. The Ceremony starts, the wind picks up but the candles do not flicker. She begins to float off the ground. At the very end of the spell, Dreama yells out the final words: "Oppiz Emonortem Htamretfa!"

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Under a section of elevated train track, Holcomb's car stopped.

"You sure you want to stop here?" The Driver asked.

"Yes. I'm sure." Holcomb said as he got out of the car. "Wait here or your fired."

"Yes, sir."

Standing a few feet away from the car in her normal white lad coat, her strawberry blond hair flapping about in the wind was the woman Holcomb was there to meet.

"Hello, Daio. Waiting long?"

"No. Not much. We're here, so let get this going. I'm freezing." The diabolical Dr. Moo said. Then she blew into her hands, after that rubbed them together then crossed her arm & put her hands back under her armpits. Her companion, Davidowicz, was huddled up in her lab coat.

"Alright." Holcomb said.

They walked over to the building behind them. It looked run down, like it hadn't been touched in decades.

"Your sure this is the place?"

"Yes. This is the address the documents give as the place." Holcomb said as he looked around for something.

"Ok." Miss Waltz said rolling her eyes. Then, she noticed that he was searching for something.

"Are you looking for?"

"The Lock. Zemo hid a special lock somewhere around here. The files tell how to get in & how to unlock the door but not what the lock looks like." He said as he continued his search.

Daio started to look around & found something out of place. "Would this look anything like a Swastika with a hooded face on it?"

"I don't know. Why?"

Miss Waltz pointed to a circular metal piece just a few feet above her head & there it was a rusted old Swastika with Zemo's face on it staring down at you.

"Yes." Holcomb said & pressed in Zemo's face. Then the sound of gears could be heard. They sounded like they hadn't been used in years. Then, a section of the wall retracted.

"After you.." Holcomb said motioning for Miss Waltz to enter.

"What? So, any traps the old man set get me first. You go in first!" Daio snapped.

Holcomb walked in & Miss Waltz followed. Shortly there after, the wall closed back up.

"I guess there is no turned back now." Daio joked.

"Yes. But, I'm sure he left an exit."

"That is if he wanted people to get out." She said. Davidowicz laughed, Holcomb didn't.

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Summers wandered through building & saw where his Kids had been. They had been in pretty much every room on the first floor. Up on the second, he found them in the main hallway. He saw that they had a puzzled look on their faces.

"What's wrong?"

"What are these rooms for?" Oswald asked & motioned to a side hallway. Down it were four door & at the end was a doorway.

"Well, these are sleeping quarters & the one at the end is a Bathroom. There are others around here but I thought a toilet close to where you can sleep was good."

"But, why only four rooms? There are five of us." Betty asked after she had counted the group off.

"Yes. But at one time there were nine members of this group & he had you partnering up. The girls in one room & two guys in each other three rooms. Now, it looks like only one pair will have to pair up."

This sent looks around the group.

"We'll have to sleep here?" James asked.

"Yes. Much like we can't risk going to my apartment, you guys can't risk going back home either."

"But, what about my Mom?" Oswald said.

"I've contacted her & she said this was ok. She knows your safe." Summers said with a smile.

"Where will you, Mr. Greenhawk & Mr. Torrie sleep?" Betty asked.

"I have a room down this hallway. Misters' Greenhawk & Torrie will have to fit over the remaining room next to mine, it only has one bed. But, there is a couch downstairs in the breakroom."

"Knowing Mr. Torrie, Mr. Greenhawk will be hitting the couch tonight." James said & they all laughed.

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Lightning strikes the Mausoleum & the candles go out. Dreama falls to the ground & passes out.

Just then, Rando's trace is once again broken & his eyes shoot open.

"What is it?" Majestrix Co'da asked.

"An ancient evil has been awakened. I must get back, it's a moral imperative!"

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As Dreama lays on the marble floor of the Mausoleum, the coffin's lid starts to move. A few seconds later, the Coffin opens & a man steps out. He stands about seven feet tall. He has a full head of whiteish grey hair. His skin is pale & is dressed in his finest suit. He dusts himself off. Then, notices the young woman on the floor.

"Arise." He says & she does.

As she does, she can see him looking at her with a pleased look on his face.

"Thank you, my beautiful & faithful Dreama. Being among the unliving just was not working for me." Solomon said with a slight laugh.

"Your welcome, my liege." she said, as she bowed. "I worked night & day to find a spell that your bring you back."

"Have you?" He asked. " I can see into your mind & see you we're preoccupied with something called the FMRC?"

"Yes. I joined in hopes my involvement would help me in my quest but that course of action was fruitless & I have since left said group."

"Good." Her master said & then asks "What year is this ?"

"It is the year Two Thousand & Seven, sire."

"Ah, been dead for over a decade. Has the world changed much?"

"No. Not much. But, there are some people I'd like you to meet." Dreama said with an evil smile.

"Lead on."

The young woman picks up her things. The two of them walk out of the Crypt & into the pale moonlight. At just about that time, the night watchmen for the Cemetery came by.

"Hey! You can't be in there!" He said as he shined his flashlight on them.

"Why? It is my Grave." Solomon said.

The man pulls his gun. But before he can shoot it, he was dead.

"What an utter waste of a human." Solomon said as they walked on by.

"Come Dreama we have much to do."

"Yes, my liege."

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TO BE CONTINUED...

We are coming to a turning point.


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FOOTNOTES:


Past events referenced:
-The Wonderful Seven got arrested in STL #13, the fallout from this were mentioned in STL # 14 & 15, They were seen in jail in & visited by Rex Regent in STL #18. They were released in Playing Catch Up.
-The Amazing Rando took a leave of absence just before C-Class participated in the Order of the Observing Eye's Achievement Trials. This is the first time we've heard about what he's been doing since then. Rando is a full fledged Mystic but performs at Children's parties to make some extra money.
-Holcomb fired a laser at C-Class in "Position Compromised".
-The Professor was asked to leave C-Class in STL #11. The Professor living Michigan was first seen in STL #16, he lives in a timeshare condo on the shores of Lake Michigan. Reinfield was first mentioned in STL #11 & first appeared in STL #16.
-Mr. Summers gave out the Cloaking Buttons in STL #15.
-How a first day at the FMRC goes (or at least how Ben's went) was shown in STL #3.
-The Zemo files Holcomb has were first mentioned in "Playing Catch Up".
-Dreama not being part of C-Class was first referenced in "Playing Catch Up" but happened before that. Dreama was seen reading a book on Merlin Solomon during their flight to or from the Order of the Observing Eye's Achievement Trials (I don't remember which).
-Larry Vasser & Shawn Weams only other mentions are in STL #10.
-The repurposed Ambulance made it's first appearance in STL #16.


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