Truth is a commodity. Those that take claim of some metaphysical truth break away from a different truth. Buddhism forms out of Hinduism. Judaism forming out of Idolatry. Christianity out of Judaism. Catholicism from East Orthodox. Protestantism from Catholicism. A hundred denominations emerge. These thousands of schisms create conflict. The fight over truth. The righteous versus the damned. Law versus crime. Mountains are torn down. Forests are set ablaze. Blood saturates the ground. And out of this massacre, the truth will rise out of the ashes, shining a beacon to all. It illuminates the rumble that where majestic mountains once sat, the coals where proud trees once stood, the mud where human life was spilled over the dirt. But does this truth rejoice or weep?
: : :
Barbara Zimmerman
Pinehearst Company
September 10, 2011
When Barbara stumbled into Arthur’s office, the entire Martial Division was standing around their boss.
Arthur warmly welcomed his associate, “Ah, Miss Zimmerman, so nice of you to join us. I assume you have the other half of the formula?”
“No,” Barbara replied steely, and explained with gravity, “Peter has joined forces with Suresh. I was almost able to subdue both of them, but I was interrupted. Peter overpowered me and they’ve kept me in stasis for several days. I woke up outside the building. Peter has removed my ability.”
“It seems I’ve overestimated you, Miss Zimmerman.”
“I can finish the job, sir,” Barbara noted confidently, “I have more tricks up my sleeve than just my ability. I’ll just need some prep time.”
Arthur considered this development. “Miss Zimmerman, you seem to forget our hiring policy. You’re underqualified.” With a swipe of his fingers, Barbara was sent flying into his outside window.
The window cracked, but did not shatter. Barbara bounced back with a bloodied face and an arm broken in two places. Pathetic groans came from behind Arthur’s desk. Piper yelped.
“Just goes to show you,” Arthur noted, “that windows are a little thicker and stronger than you think.” Arthur mentally lifted Barbara and swung his arms forcefully, sending Barbara back into the window. For half a second, the window held as it distended outward before bursting open, sending a mangled Barbara to fall seven stories.
Piper spun around, covering her eyes. The rest tried to remain stoic against the messy scene. Arthur turned back and began to speak, “Where was I?”
“Are you kidding me?” Echo voiced loudly.
“Mr. DeMille, do you have something to add to the conversation?”
“Look, I’m well aware of Pinehearst’s severance policy, but you just shoved that woman through a plate-glass window. You’re a psychopath!”
“Mr. DeMille,” Arthur hissed coldly, “I’m going to have to have that window replaced. I’m sure I can get a two-for-one deal.” The adjacent, intact window groaned menacingly. “I would think, given your history, you’d want your son to grow up having met his father.”
Echo sighed and nodded. “I understand, sir. I apologize for the insubordination,” he spoke through gritted teeth.
“Duly noted,” Arthur replied, “now, onto the anniversary party.”
: : :
Nathan Petrelli
White House
Washington, D.C.
September 10, 2011
There was a stack of bright red folders half a foot high on his desk.
Agent Renfrass entered the room, Agent Landers behind him giving Nathan a nod.
“Jaime, what can I do for you?”
“Just wanted to give this to you, Mr. President. Colonel Kendrick said it was urgent.” Renfrass handed Nathan an envelope, which he opened and scanned.
“Thank you.”
Renfrass nodded and turned to leave.
“You know how many folders there are?” Nathan asked.
Renfrass looked at the pile. “I’d say ten, maybe fifteen.”
“You know what’s in these folders?”
“We all know what kind of dossier is in a red folder.”
“If I weren’t the President, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get my hands on these from Titanhold.”
“Sir?”
“I’m just talking. You’re excused.” Renfrass bowed his head and exited the room.
Nathan sat down at his desk and put his hands in his head. After a moment of contemplation, he picked up the phone.
: : :
Angela Petrelli
Primatech Research Facility
Hartsdale,
September 10, 2011
Angela strode through the hallways with Amy Carlson beside her. “Amy, are you people ready?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Amy replied obediently, and grabbed her mobile phone to call Monica and Lyle.
Meredith popped out of a holding room and caught up with her boss. “Mrs. Petrelli, we ready?”
“Yes.”
“You sure you don’t want me…?”
“I’ve got a building full of agents. I need you elsewhere.”
Meredith asked, “Won’t Arthur know...?”
“No, I’ve know that man forty-seven years and he’s never encountered a situation that he couldn’t be overconfident in. You want to how it all goes down?”
“If it were important, you’d tell me.”
“And how is our guest?” Angela inquired with odd sweetness.
“She’ll live. And she’s ready for the mission.”
: : :
Monica and Lyle
Primatech Research Facility
Hartsdale,
The first sign of the invasion was powerful flash of floodlights from the front of Primatech, briefly backlighting Lyle and Monica. Edward Pall, after passing a laser trip wire, was momentarily blinded and crashed into a tree.
Monica gave the thumbs-up to Lyle. Both of them wore heavy-duty sound-cancelling earbuds. Monica scanned the area and caught sight of Echo DeMille. She leapt up into a nearby tree and readied her firearm. Lyle spun behind a tree. He waited until white noise blared in his ear. Several windows shattered and his cover tree shook, its leaves falling, but he was no worse for wear. He spun and fired at the man running toward them in the distance. Rubbing bullets knocked him to the ground and Monica briskly made her way to him.
Lyle was soon confronted with a tall blonde woman who acrobatically landed before him. Recognizing her from her profile, Lyle knew she was an elastic, able to contort her body superhumanly. He fired a tranq dart at her shoulder. Piper easily shrugged off the dart and spun-kicked Lyle. Lyle leapt up and tried to tackle her. She twisted her arms until she had him in an arm-lock. Lyle thrust himself to the ground, dragging her with him and handcuffing her in one swift motion.
Monica effectively dodged all of Echo’s sound attacks. The earbuds protected her from his more clever uses of his ability: ultra-high notes and ultra-low notes. His attempted to switch to his limited martial arts abilities against the preternaturally gifted St. Joan left him facedown in the dirt.
Meanwhile, Piper relaxed her joints allowing her to slip out of both Lyle’s hands and the handcuffs. She made a sprint toward the building. Lyle tried to close the door on her, but her head was already in. Lyle twisted his arm, capturing hers, but her ability to pop her joins back and forth allowed her to eventually get out of Lyle’s grasp and inside, limb-by-limb. She made short work of the guards. The invasion had begun.
Arthur suddenly faded into sight not far from Monica, and walked toward Primatech without a care.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Petrelli,” Monica noted confidently, “I can let you in.”
Red lightning struck Monica, and Arthur took a hold of Echo and both disappeared in an aura of white light. They reappeared inside the building. Echo, massaging his sore muscles, asked, “Since when can you do that?”
Arthur didn’t answer, just disappeared and reappeared with the unconscious Edward, who he unceremoniously dropped on the ground. Arthur extended his hand and waves of heat struck Pall’s body. He convulsed and awoke.
“Heat emission,” Arthur noted plainly, “Come on, time to work. Capture them all. I need to go wish my wife a happy anniversary.”
Arthur took the stairs, leaving Echo and Edward to race down the hallway. They arrive at a door just in time to see a brunette head smashed against it, spreading blood.
“I thought this was a strictly capture-not-kill mission,” Echo remarked fearfully.
The bloodied head pulled away. And through the red haze, the petite figure ran back.
“That would be Claire,” Edward explained unnecessarily. “Would you like to do the honors?”
Echo screamed and the metal door flew off the hinges. Behind it, they saw Claire racing toward Bess, who craftily dodged the charge, grabbed Claire by the arm, and used her weight to slam into the nearby wall. Claire didn’t even groan as she scraped herself off the wall. A surge of electricity launched Claire down the hall before she could perform her next attack.
Claire found herself at the feet of her male teammate, staring blankly.
“Geez, guys,” she chastised as the burns on her face healed, “could you be more useless? Piper’s already made her way to the atrium.”
Echo screamed, sending a concussive sound blast down the hallway. Bess tackled Elle into the nearby supply closet. Edward raced after them, but was thrown backwards.
“Ain’t faster than lightning, are ya, Sweetie?” Elle taunted the unconscious Edward. Bess leapt out of the closet and threw a glass jar of clear liquid down the hall at Claire and Echo. Elle sent an arc of lightning after it, bursting it and lighting the flammable liquid. Claire shoved Echo away as the burning liquid covered her.
Echo took the opportunity to race by the distracted Elle and Bess and turned the corner. He burst into the atrium. Piper was currently facing off against Ryan Covington; the two of them were fighting over a pair of handcuffs, each trying to bind the other. Ryan showed remarkable determination and skill. It wasn’t until Gabriel came to his aid, chilling Piper enough that Ryan was able to handcuff her to a ramp railing after a well-placed knock to the face with the back of his head.
“She’s not going to stay like that,” Gabriel cautioned knowingly. He turned away from her, fighting his hunger. Echo took this opportunity to sound-strike the pair. Gabriel telekinetically shoved his partner out of the way, and took the force of the sonic boom. His ears began to bleed, but he rushed Echo, holding him against the doorway with one hand and a ball of radioactivity in his other.
“How’re you able to walk? That blast should have shattered your eardrums!”
“Feather hitting the ground, dump truck hitting the ground. All sounds the same to me. Your little tantrums aren’t doing anything against me.”
“Aren’t you married to the zappy blonde one? Left her with Claire.”
“Elle’s her aunt.”
“I seem to recall she shot her uncle.”
Gabriel’s face fell. He dropped Echo. “Karma’s a bitch,” he said, screaming the last word with enough force to launch Echo into the next room. “Hey, Ryan, deal with that one.” He raced off.
He found his wife and Bess fighting Claire. Claire shrugged off electrocutions and painful Systema attacks while handing out damage that did not immediately heal. Gabriel mentally slammed Claire into the wall. “Hey, Detskij,
Bess surveyed him suspiciously. Gabriel responded, as way of explanation, “She’s our niece.” Bess accepted this answer and ran off. Once she was gone, Gabriel told his wife, “Time for presents.”
A shot rang out and Gabriel, with a hole in his head, fell backwards. Elle turned and saw Claire, released from her telekinetic bind with a pistol in her hand. Elle sent muscle-debilitating-level lightning into Claire, with lecturing, “Who raised you?” while with her foot rolling over her husband.
: : :
Micah and
C&C Scrap Metal Yard
South Brooklyn Harbor
September 9, 2011
A dozen metal dragonflies swarmed the junkyard as Matt and Micah watched.
“Micah, we don’t have near enough.”
“We’ve got something called ‘exponential growth’ helping us.”
“Yeah, geometry was never my strong suit.”
Micah shook his head at the error. “What was your strong suit?”
“Not important,” Matt deflected.
“Think about it like this, Mr. Parkman. You know how when you have a boy bunny and a girl bunny, and pretty soon you’ve got hundreds of bunnies?”
“That’s just in the cartoons.”
“It’s an illustration.”
“Art’s not my strong suit either.”
Micah breathed calmly. “If you have two bunnies, soon you have four bunnies. But now that you have four bunnies, they have more baby bunnies faster. Same principle.”
Matt looked up and noticed that there were now twenty robots. “Huh,” he remarked.
“It takes my robots about two hours to create a duplicate. If I can find enough scrap yards to send them to, theoretically, we’ll have over three-hundred thousand within sixteen hours.”
“That should be more than enough.”
“I said theoretically. That’s not counting travel time. Material scarcity. We’ll be lucky to have a few thousand by tomorrow. The next day, we should have enough to go through with the plan. Especially if I can get swarms to
“Well, that’s good.”
After a long silence, Micah asked thoughtfully, “Mr. Parkman. You used to be a cop, right?”
“Yeah. Plan to get back to it if the world doesn’t end.”
Micah took special care in choosing his words. “You probably have guns at home.”
Matt replied casually, “A couple, yeah. Why?”
“No reason,” Micah noted quickly. “And I get that you’re pretty protective of Molly… and the rest of your family,” he added hastily. “That with all the running around the country. Attacking serial killers. Maybe bring back up next time,” he chastised lightly.
“Point taken,” Matt replied uncomfortably. “Well, of course I’m protective of my family. I mean, Molly’s been in danger her whole life. I’d do anything to keep her safe. Wouldn’t you?”
“Wouldn’t I keep Molly safe?” Micah asked, sweating.
“I actually meant your family, though…”
Micah cut him off, “No, I would and I do. I keep close tabs on Monica and Damon. You know, protect them from computer stuff. Viruses. Identity theft. And I recruited a couple of trustworthy byte-talkers for my Uncle Nathan.” When Matt wasn’t looking, he surveyed the older man warily.
When Micah wasn’t looking, Matt surveyed the teenager. “You’re pretty smart, right?” Matt commented as offhandedly as he could.
“I, uh, yeah, I guess you could say that. Well, I’m not going to brag about my IQ or anything, but… school’s my thing. I like learning stuff… and knowing stuff. Do I sound nerdy?”
“Nerdy’s fine. I mean, dads like intelligent guys. I mean, intelligent and wisdom… and good choices are important,” Matt struggled, “I wasn’t too smart and I could tell my dad wished I were. Not so much ‘cause he in particular was. I mean, he was pretty mechanically inclined, like you. Though, not at all even in the same league. But it was more ‘cause he wanted me to make something of myself.”
Micah thought through his words, “So, you’d probably want Molly to date, you know, guys of some intellectual capacity.”
“Among other things,” Matt replied, “but, yeah, smartness would be a good quality in the kind of guys I’d like for her to date. Theoretically.”
“Theoretically,” Micah echoed.
Matt and Micah stared it opposite directions as their discomfort drained.
: : :
Angela and Arthur Petrelli
Angela Petrelli’s Office
Primatech Research Facility
September 10, 2011
Angela stood staring out the window. “Are you here to kill me, Darling?” she asked without turning around.
“No, Sweetheart. I still love you. We didn’t come to kill anyone. This is just business.”
“Just Business. Just to capture us and take away our abilities so we can’t stop you from injecting or executing the rest of the world.”
“Kidnapping. Illegal medical experimentation. Conspiracy. How exactly do our organizations differ?”
Angela turned to the monitors. “It’s quite a battle royale down there. I’m surprised you’re not part of the action.”
“I’m an old man, Angie.” He, too, looked down at the screens where their agents viciously fought. His eyes descending lower to her hands. “Still wearing your wedding ring, I see.”
“You’ve still got the same old scuffed-up trinket on your finger.”
“I told you that our marriage would be the stuff of legends.”
Arthur took his wife’s forearms and turned her toward him. He leaned in for a kiss, which Angela reciprocated. The monitors showed excessive destruction occurring to the atrium.
She slapped him after a second. “Didn’t think it was going to be that easy to get it, did you?”
“Can blame a man for resisting the urge to kiss his beautiful wife?”
“Peter,” Angela spoke, looking down at the monitor.
Arthur followed his wife’s eyes. “What’s he doing here? Did you call for him?”
“What good would that do me, Arthur? He’s a thorn in my side, too.”
“He doesn’t put bombs in your buildings.” With this, Arthur telepathically attacked Angela, who immediately fell to the ground with a bleeding nose. “That was easy,” Arthur commented, surprised.
: : :
Victor and Sparrow
Primatech Research Facility
“You sure know how to show a girl a good time,” Sparrow joked to her new partner as waves of blue flame erupted down the hall.
Hiding on the other corner, Victor laughed, “In this line of work, I get plenty of practice. Wanna see something funny?”
Sparrow shot him a challenging look as he pulled the fire alarm. The sprinklers came on and
Sparrow leapt out of the corner, screaming, “Language!” as she pressed her hands against the ground.
As the hallway shook,
Before Sparrow could thank him, he was knocked to the ground by Piper on top of
“Gonna have to try harder than that,” Piper taunted.
The same white smoke suddenly billowed against Piper’s body, and Victor kicked again, this time Piper was thrown backwards.
“Good thinking with the extinguisher,” Victor noted, “ice cold gas.”
“Oh, is that why she was brittle all of a sudden?” Sparrow questioned. “I just figured you needed the distraction. Thanks for the chemistry lesson, though.”
Victor and Sparrow locked Piper and
“I don’t want any trouble. I just need to talk with my mother.”
“Your mother is indisposed, son,” Arthur stated, “however, if you need a parent, you can talk to your ol’ Dad.” He extended his arms welcoming; the effect was nullified by the surge of red lightning from his hand that shot out the nearest overhead light or the wave of heat warped the tile floor below him.
“We both know she has half of the Formula.”
This piqued Arthur’s interest, but before he could respond, the far wall crumbled down with a puff of black smoke and grey ash.
“There’s been a change of plans,” Arthur commanded, “The other half of the Formula is here. Find it.” He looked around, “And where’s Claire? I have another assignment for her.”
“This Claire?” Gabriel asked from the doorway. All eyes turned to him. He had Claire telekinetically held in the air. She struggled vigorously, dislocating joints and breaking bones. Elle stood on her other side, a hand brimming with electricity pointed at the back of Claire’s head.
“Gabriel,” Arthur warned, “that’s your niece you’ve got there.”
“I’m not going to hurt her,” Gabriel replied, sending a small bolt of lightning at his father, surprising him with the new ability, “Well, actually, that’s a blatant lie.” He smiled at his wife, who shared in his glee.
Edward made a run towards his team lead, but was thrown back by the electricity surrounding the trio. “Everyone calm down,” Elle warned as the entire room stayed quiet.
Gabriel took his finger to Claire’s forehead, splitting it open with his telekinesis. A line of blood was drawn across her forehead, but she didn’t as much as flinch.
“You’ve already got it,” Claire noted.
“Yes, but I told you, I’m not here to take anything, just to give something.” In his mind, he felt the ticking noise, but he drowned it out with his thoughts. “The human body is quite remarkable,” he began to monologue, “Even normal humans, not Special like us, have amazing brains.” With this, he finished the full cut and pulled off the top of Claire’s skull, taking off large chunks of hair. “You see, the human brain has the ability to react to injury with pain, to let the body know it’s in… suboptimal conditions.” He started poking around Claire’s brain, causing her to twitch. “However… when the pain is so great that it’s debilitating to your survival, your brain will actually shut off its pain centers to keep you conscious and alert.” Claire managed to glare at her attacker. “Having your head split open is pretty painful, so when I did this the first time, your brain did just that—it turned off its pain centers to allow you to fight back.” He grinned and chuckled to himself. “However, your body has only evolved to react to human dangers, not my telekinesis, which rendered you incapable of fighting back. My prediction,” he for once looked at her, to make sure she was paying attention, “is that your body never turned the pain centers back on, which is why you’ve been numb for the last four years.” Gabriel mentally grabbed Claire’s skullcap and popped it back onto her head like one would a sugar jar. Her skin sealed. “So, my present to you is this.”
He wound back his arm and punched Claire in the face with such force that her jaw visibly cracked and her head cracked the cement block behind it. Elle discharged her hand and watched the scene play out. Claire screeched angrily from the ground, standing up holding her bruised, swollen jaw, which remained that way for all of five seconds. After a bewildered curse, she noted, “That… hurt.”
Smiling, Elle told her, “Welcome back, cheerleader.” She sent a spark to Claire’s ear, who jerked away.
Dazed, Claire stumbled down the stairs. She passed by
Elle quipped, “Get a room.” Her husband glared at her. She nodded. “Oh, I just realized why that was inappropriate.”
Claire whispered in Peter’s ear, “Get me out of here.”
After a quick sweep of the room, Peter took her in his arms and flew out the shattered windows that he arrived in.
“Well, that was interesting,” Angela noted as she walked into the room, holding a compact as she finished cleaning the blood off her face. As she passed her son, she noted, “Quite creative of you, Gabriel, but I would ask that you fill me in next time you’re pulling a stunt like that. I thought you’d gone dark again and brought your wife with you. Arthur, I think we ending our last conversation on a bad note.”
“I knew you fell too easily,” Arthur noted. “But Primatech won’t be so lucky. Angie, you can’t win. I brought my entire Martial Division.”
“All of them? Does that strike you as a good idea, Arthur?”
Arthur mused on this for a second. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?” Pall asked.
“You think you’re always two steps ahead, don’t you, Angie, with that passive ability of yours?” Arthur taunted.
“You’ve never given me enough credit, Sweetheart. I’m three, if you count my inside man.”
“Inside man?” Arthur bellowed, laughing, “If someone was sent by my wife to betray me, I have a hundred different abilities to punish you with. So if there is a traitor among you, would he please speak up?” He basked in the silence of the room. “See, Angela, not a word.”
“You don’t know how right you are, Arthur,” Angela replied.
Two hands grasped Arthur’s head from behind. He only smiled and attempted to activate one of his powers. They did not come. He then noticed the dark skin of the large hands around his head. “No,” he breathed meekly before convulsing in the Haitian’s hands.
When the Haitian finally released Arthur, he fell to the ground, his eyes vacant, his mouth drooling, and his muscle twitching randomly.
“Thank you,” Angela said.
“Ma’am,” the Haitian replied.
“Whoa,”
Angela spoke up, “Agents of Pinehearst, you may have noticed you have become somewhat… understaffed. If you would like to return to your headquarters, I assure you that I will have my people stand down. We will not retaliate against this imprudent attack on our premises and personnel.”
After a few meaningful glances, Edward, Piper,
: : :
January 8, 1975
In a fine-pressed charcoal suit, Charles Deveaux surveyed the city from his newest acquisition: the newly-christened
“You’ve done well for yourself,” Arthur Petrelli noted as he walked toward Charles. His wife, Angela, stood faithfully by his side.
“Thank you. It wasn’t easy. How is Nathan?”
“He’s well,” Angela replied, “He’s with the sitter, watching Peter Pan for the hundredth time.”
“You’re only young once,” Charles noted.
Bob Bishop arrived and Charles greeted him. “And, what a lovely wedding you had. The missus is much too pretty for you.”
“And much too young,” Bob added, “And too blond.”
Paula and Carlos then arrived with two women and a man, all unfamiliar, in tow.
“Paula,” Arthur noted, “who have you found?”
“If we’re going to study people like us, we need someone in the medical field. I found three.”
“Well, don’t keep us waiting. Introduce our new friends,” Charles requested.
Paula herded the man forward first. “Harry?”
“My name is Harry Fletcher. I’m a pharmaceutical researcher with Franklin & Wilkins.”
“I have heard of this,” Kaito noted, “It gets funding from the Excelsior Group out of
“Well, I thank you for your generous support,” Harry noted, “my latest project has been trying to activate dormant strains of DNA in… well, so far just bacteria, but once I get it right, the results should work on…”
“Humans,” Arthur finished.
“Quite possibly. Why the interest?”
“Call it a personal curiosity,” Arthur replied cryptically.
Paula moved on, “This is Victoria Pratt.
“She’ll be working on the Indian girl’s blood?”
“Yes,” Carlos replied.
“Finally, we have Susan Amman. Susan is an obstetrician. I think she would be a valuable addition to our group. She has studied the inheritance of abilities and we have asked her to continue her work.”
Carlos spoke, “I’d like to introduce you to our group. Arthur Petrelli represents our legal interests. His wife, Angela, is well-connected politically and socially within the city. Charles Deveaux is a prominent real estate mogul in these parts, and he’s responsible for all our properties. That handsome fellow over there is Bob Bishop; he’s responsible for all our finances. Kaito Nakamura represents our overseas business interests. Paula, of course, is our recruitment expert. And I am our historian.”
There was a knock at the door and Maury Parkman timidly walked in. “Sorry I’m late. I hope I…”
Arthur was quick to drag Maury into the group, “Everyone, I’d like you finally meet Maury Parkman. Maury is the telepath I’ve been telling you about.”
Carlos warmly greeted him.
Paula noted, “Where’s Daniel?”
“Right here,” Linderman noted, wearing his Army Service Uniform. “My sincerest apologies for my tardiness, but I have someone I’d like you all to meet.”
A blond man who appeared to be in his early thirties followed him in.
“I’d like to introduce you to Adam Monroe.”
“And what is Mr. Monroe’s special talent?” Arthur asked.
“It’s so monumental; I find it hard to put into words.”
“I heal,” Adam explained bluntly, “Gunshots. Burns. Stabbings. They all heal within instants. It’s a talent I’ve cultivated for the past four hundred years.”
After a stunned silence, Carlos joked, “Daniel, the last thing we need is another Brit.”
Adam surveyed the group with little regard, but did note, “So, you’re founding some sort of enterprise? For… highly-talented people shall we say?”
“Yes,” Arthur answered, “Mr. Monroe, if you don’t mind by me asking. You’re immortal. A god among men.”
“That’s kind of you to say, but I’m at most a demigod.”
“Why ally yourself with us?”
“I have taken down giants. Faced armies. Watched kingdoms rise and fall, and torn down a few myself. When the Earth crashes into the sun, I will probably be there. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop a lot of things. I am but one man. You all, you can change the world. And if I am a part of it, you will succeed.”
: : :
Edward, Piper,
Pinehearst Company
September 10, 2011
Before their eyes, the Pinehearst Company erupted in flames, engulfing the entire building in seconds.
“Dammit,” Edward commented, “how did it go up so fast?”
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