by GoozX
The summer cabin of Dr. Henry Quantos, somewhere in British Columbia, Canada:
Henry "Doc" Quantos sat at his computer, waiting curiously while an image sent to him earlier in the day began to take form. The image in question, sent to him from Kit Piper, was a VHS tape of a news report from the crisis in Chicago. A metahuman who helped to save some people and stop the revolts was apparently mistaken for the late Edulcore Cicciotto. Henry knew this was impossible, because he saw Cicciotto, the Eurostar, die with his own eyes. The image finally took form. A metahuman in a red uniform was saving a bus full of nuns from another metahuman.
A red uniform, but his face was blurry. Could this really be Cicciotto?
Henry highlighted a small section around the metahuman's face and clicked enlarge. The picture slowly enlarged and became clearer as it grew bigger. Most computers would not be able to do this, but Quantos was always able to get the best and the latest technology offered. The face was finally clear. Right away Henry's eyes widened.
"Turner?" he said in a whisper, recognizing the man in the picture. Why would the ex-MCCA field leader, who was thought to have been killed in the MCCA massacre, somehow wind up in Chicago saving lives in uniform? The MCCA had not reformed. Quantos would have been notified of such.
Who could he now be working for? How had he survived the incident at the MCCA headquarters?
Henry picked up the phone and pressed the button to directly connect to the MBL. Shirley Francis picked up the phone. "Hello, MBL Consulting, how might I help you?"
"Shirley, this is Henry. Tell the guys I have bad news. The metahuman in Chicago was not Edulcore."
"No? Aw... okay, I'll let them know."
"Thank you."
"No problem, Doc."
"Have a good day."
Henry hung up the phone and continued to wonder what was really going on. Before he could react, his front door flung open, and two figures appeared from out in the crisp evening air. Henry took a gun from his drawer and moved closer to the two men.
"Who's there? What do you want?"
"We need help. This man has been shot."
The voice was recognizable, but who was it? The doctor couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Stepping into the light, Henry stopped short. At his door was none other than Edulcore Cicciotto, with a very injured Agent Turner over his shoulder.
"Sir, we need help!"