by Sonja and GoozX
Prison cells:
Sonja Ljzavek suddenly found herself out of her prison, still half-naked from the genetic exams, with Lance Lorenzo staring at her.
"Lance!" she shouted, covering her breasts with both hands.
"Sorry!" said the young man. "I wasn't looking at your breasts... I mean, not that they aren't interesting... Well, I mean, uh..." he mumbled. "What I was staring at... it was the fact that one moment you had no tattoo, and a moment later, the tattoo is back on your body!"
She didn't explain anything and instead demanded, "Lance, give me your shirt. I'm naked!"
The man took off his shirt, lending it to the woman, who put it on.
Pete Glover, Danny Hearn, Tobias Christopher and Marv Velo arrived, coming from nearby prison cells.
"Anyone figure out what kind of place this is?" asked Velo.
"Smells of home," whispered Danny.
"Home?" Tobias turned to Danny. "You mean--?"
"I wouldn't jump to conclusions. Whoever took us out, they were strong and quick. But that doesn't mean they were from..."
Danny cut Velo off. "No, I mean I can't be sure, but look around -- the architecture, the style..."
"I don't know," Lance Lorenzo interrupted. "This place reminds me a lot of my last 'home', and that was no future, pal."
"Yeah, and these men, they seemed just like the creepy government guys from your country," Sonja added to Lance's comment.
"We be funk'ed," Pete Glover said. Everyone was so engrossed in the conversation that Pete was the only one to notice the dozens of other metas who were also now loose and rioting, although it was pretty lucky that no loose blasts hit the team.
"Oh, damn," Tobias was the first to reply. Alarms sounded, and swarms of black-clad militant soldiers entered the room, free shooting at the escaped metas, who quickly began to fight back.
"We can talk locations later -- let's find cover!" Velo yelled as they avoided a few more stray blasts.
Dr. Walker's office:
President Charles Elias Walker, scarred by the very time of reality, watched the havoc that he had begun. It would be over soon enough, he thought, attempting to justify his actions. Pressing a button on his desk, a mirror appeared in front of him. He had lived for so long with the same face, never aging -- never experiencing what every man should: death. Instead, he went on to gain leadership of the most powerful nation. His contributions, amazing, yet crippling himself in the process, changing what he had always stood for, changing himself, his mind, heart and soul.
On the screens, soldiers were ripped apart, metas killed in return, things going from bad to worse. The small team of metas stayed out of battle for the time being, safe for now.
Walker pressed a few more buttons.
Time displacement device activated -- co-ordinates needed
Walker pressed a few more buttons.
Year: 2002. Month: February. Day: 24. Location: South Mandelovia 33* 42*****.
Now, all that needed to be done was direct the heroes to the machine that would bring them home. Walker smiled for an instant, then got up from his seat.
"I can't let you do this!"
Walker turned. Reynolds was only feet behind him.
"Jonathan? Where--?"
"I read the files. How can you do this? How can you kill us all?"
"I am not killing us, only..."
"Making it so we never existed! It's the same thing."
"No, it is how it should all be."
"Stop this, sir. Please."
"Jonathan, have I not raised you well? Will you not return the favor now?"
Jonathan pulled out a small device, pointing it toward Walker. "Don't make me do this."
"I am truly sorry." Walker pressed a button on his belt, and a bolt of electricity was sent through the huge man's body, dropping him to the ground.
Prison cells:
"Guys, we need a plan," Tobias said. "We can't hide forever."
"Just give me a few moments. Let me put everything together, figure out what is going on," Velo snapped at Tobias, who didn't back down.
"I'm sick of waiting!"
The conversation was cut short by a sudden statement from Danny. "America's dictator?!"
Walker approached the gang. "I prefer title of president better." Most of the gang was confused, not knowing what to say.
"If you all want to get home, follow me!" With that one sentence, Walker pulled open a trap door and jumped in.