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Chapter Four: Burning Bright, Part One

Rocco had a bit of troubled childhood, from his birth no one kept him or wanted him or was his friend. Until he became a part of the Outsiders, when he was a part of the whole that was the Outsiders; he had purpose, he had life. The Outsiders, were nice and kind and didn’t care he was strange.

You had met him before; he fought the masked child and nearly took all of the hospitals air in the process. Rocco’s powers were strange and didn’t really do anything without a source of energy. All he did was make the oil, he couldn’t light it with his powers nor could stop producing oil. All he did was make oil.

For his first few years it was fine, it could be stored in buckets around his leg and the residue scraped off. However, as it did with so many super powers puberty was a much different powers. It was then, when he started to produce it in liters a day. There was so much that when he was noticed, a suit needed to be built in order to contain it all.

That’s where his suit did come in; built with universal compression technology, it could store millions of gallons of oil and safely ship it off to be turned into something a bit greener. He was still a danger, releasing that much gas and burning it would kill the environment and he could burn down the rainforests if he wanted to.

With a flick of lighter on his suit, he could fire gallons of fires in his own demented flamethrower. The reaction would continue, first the grass would be set ablaze. Then the trees soaked with oil would burn, producing more carbon dioxide as even firefighters could handle the burn. Then darkness would engulf the Earth as people would be barely able to breath, he could easily end life.

And the dragon held that over his head everyday he lived knowing that with one choice he made he could end billions of years of progress, boil the oceans we once crawled out of and set fire to the trees and plants that fed us. He had nightmares about what he could do, and he had to live with that.

So Rocco shut himself in the Outsider warehouse, staying inside the metal box with everything he needed. If he were to accidentally set something ablaze, the metal structure of the base would keep it contained. He only let himself out with Rolando’s command and stayed away from people afraid to hurt them.

And he did normal stuff, he built up a collection of books delightfully delivered to his door. He played video games delightfully delivered to his door, he had food delightfully delivered to his door, and the outsiders gave him the money he needed to pay for it all.

He kept himself contained, because he couldn’t deal with the fact the outside of the metal wall, was a very combustible world and if he did he would have to live, his skin adapted to the material he produced and completely fireproof, trust him he tried.

Continuing on everyday was probably best scheduled to use up energy and burn as much oil as possible. He would wake up every day at 7:30 in the morning and he would cook his own breakfast, using his own oil to supply the heat. After that until 11:30 he would read from a supply of books he had collected.

After that it was lunch, in which also still using his supplied oil he would deep fry a dish with the freshest ingredients the government would allow him to buy, and eat, enjoy, television until 12:30.

At which was gaming time, from then till 3:30 he would go on his computer and enjoy the fanciest polygons he could render. It would take up his time until 3:30 which, was workout time. Of course being a super powered human meant he had to keep his training up, using a partially fireproof room, he would train and you could figure out the rest.

After that was dinner and thus after that was his unscheduled time, and around 10:00 was when Rocco went to bed. It might have seemed that he was insane in the brain to do such a thing over and over, but when you keep yourself trapped inside a house for everyday of every year, looking ahead to something makes things look a whole lot better than they are.

Of course, that barely does happen. Whenever Rolando needs him he come a mission or he wants to go out, he can go; he just choses self-reclusive ness. If anything he learned, he had knowledge, tiny bits of every subject. A jack of all trades as they would say.

Either way around lunchtime as he was preparing his meal, a mysterious signal appeared on his console. It was around the time he was carefully placing a lick of mayo on his bread and cut the lettuce for his sandwich. His mouth water as he thought about the delicious food, he would consume.

Quite suddenly, on the outsider’s supercomputer flashed on. The screen activated, and flashed going to the main OS as it quickly activated. Rocco noticed this and placed his knife down, confused he walked over. He placed his thumb on the activator and he was granted control of the computer. Grabbing the mouse he opened the message and looked at it.

It was a cypher, a series of letters on the screen with a strange series of blinking letters on the side. He could easily solve it, it could be a password or an address; but his mind was already translating it as he viewed it.

“Oh look a Jacob’s Cypher.” Rocco suddenly turned to the side and was surprised when it appeared that Zander’s boyfriend Adriano had entered the base. He was surprised the brown and blonde haired human had known its location, he was still surprised about Rolando letting the man keep his memory, let alone knowing their base’s location.

“How’d you know that? How’d you get in here and today is a school day? Why are you even here?” Rocco said dropping a quick series of equations, knowing that the human might be able to handle them all and answer them on time. He didn’t care as much that it was Adriano, so much as a random person; Adriano did know the risks of being around him.

“Well, geocachers use them place hints around the city, every twelfth letter in the sequence builds the key and the first, fourth, fifth letter in the series of solvable is the equals in the sequence.” Adriano said, Rocco thought about how he knew them, it was about a treasure and the cypher was the ultimate one, one you couldn’t know without having the sequence, which you would need the cypher to solve. Computers could solve it but they would take at least a year to do so with all the possibly.

“Zander put my fingerprint into the system and no body but Zander will miss me there and even then, he doesn’t care that much, and I came because I was bored, figured you might provide a nice mystery to do today. Seems that you do have one. Now based on that it looks, like it’s an address.” Adriano said as he dropped an equally big ton of information back on Rocco, for him to process.

“An address, leading right into the.” Rocco groaned as he realized, where he was could have easily been a trap. “Warehouse district, well then looks like we have something to do for an afternoon, forgive me Zander. Ok see those two pistols there, take them in case something happens, so I don’t have to burn down a building.”

“Will do sir, now then wouldn’t you like me too have the shotgun instead?” Adriano said as he instead picked up the large weapon, and its hostler and slung it over his back. In addition he grabbed the two pistols and for added protection he grabbed the sword as well. “You got to protect me and I’ll protect myself, so I’ll probably need all of this.”

“Whatever, just keep yourself without bullets inside your body and we’ll work together just fine.” Rocco said as he opened the door and grabbed a perception field generator and handed it too Adriano. Luckily that would prevent anyone from figuring his identity out. “In the car, let’s get going.”

…

“So are you and Zander, all right; you two don’t seem to be hanging out as much and you came over here today, so what’s up with that doc?” Rocco asked making conversation as he drove the car towards the warehouse, Adriano looked over at his arm and tried to ignore the Outsider.

“It’s fine, were not some sort of in sync couple like those two on that show you watch, the one with how a guy met his wife after like seven years.” Adriano said as he argued with him.

“Lily and Marshall.” Rocco said correcting him as they spoke.

“We’re not like them, he’s a super powered snow leopard with a beetle on his back and I’m a human who can’t decide on whether or not he wants his hair to be blonde or brown, so we’re not always going to agree, but I still love him.” Adriano said as he talked to Rocco.

“Well then, if you say so then we don’t have to talk about it.” Rocco said as he looked away from the human, focusing on the road and going back to driving as he crossed over the bridge and entered the warehouse area. Looking around he found the road, and entered it stopping at the warehouse specified.

“Come on let’s go.” Rocco said as he exited the car and grabbed one of Adriano’s pistols. He didn’t ever want to us his powers, for the fear of losing complete control. His powers were the last resort tactic, instead he walked forward towards the warehouse’s side wall.

He entered the metal building and natural as a warehouse he had to come to it was as dark as the netherworld inside. He pumped the pistol in his hand as Adriano stood behind him waiting for him, he could feel a presence in the warehouse.

Pointing the gun up, he fired the flare blast showing him the location of the shadow. Adriano quickly avoided a ricocheted bullet and followed Rocco as he continued towards the shadow. He knew how this would go and he was going to pay special attention to Adriano, make sure he was protected and his life continued.

“Well, well General Washington I didn’t think I would see you after the hospital, I didn’t think I would see you after the forest.” Rocco said as he signaled for Adriano to come forward and match his position. Quite quickly lights turned on, blinding them as a squadron of soldiers appeared behind them, all trapping them with guns pointed at their heads.

“Neither did I, I was sure that you were to perish in the woods, but your time before we met seemed to disagree with that ideal.” The man said as he walked forward. He was dressed in camo military gear, but with a bluer hue; as were the rest of the battalion.

“Well, it seems that my dreams let me survive, as it turns out your training was as black and white as you suggested, it seems that the Outsiders taught me the greyness of the world. Survival and instinct were only one part of it, it all comes down to luck as I see it now.” Rocco said as he put his hand in front of Adriano, he would at least manipulate the fire around him to protect the human it he had to.

“Ah yes the Outsiders, you were going to be a part of my team at one time, I figured I should at least let your plain friend know that. Don’t worry, we won’t hurt him, he scanned him a long time ago and know he isn’t a threat. Ah yes back to the Outsiders, the one’s that keep you cooped up all day like a chicken.” General Washington said as he bit back, showing he was as much a master of words.

“I do that on my own rules, I am free to leave whenever I want. I can here on my own, you should know full well as I do, my powers are a threat to humanity.” Rocco said as he kept his temper in control, if he learned anything useful from Washington was that he certainly knew how to push a person’s buttons.

“And how useful would they have been in my control, terrorists, dictators, alien moon men, all assassinated at my command. How magnificent it would be, no one could track you, no one would understand buildings being flooded with oil and being caught a flame. It would be Darwinism.” General Washington said as he stepped forward and decided to cut to the chase.

“So then why do want me here, you clearly don’t want me back, you seem to be fine with your own group of people so what is your objective here?” Rocco said as he smiled a bit knowing that what was happening was an information request.

“At the hospital you fought the psychic child, he was an experiment from thirty years ago gone wrong, either way, he needs to be contained. So you’re coming with me.” General Washington said as the militants put their guns up and circled around Rocco and Adriano.

“You two are going to help me find the kid whatever it takes, or else little human boy’s boyfriend is going to get quite the surprise in the mail; and trust me I’m government I can do that.” The general boasted as Adriano was hit in the back of the head with a gun and was knocked out onto the floor.

“You can’t do this, we did nothing to you. We are citizens of the United States, not military personal!” Rocco said as he was knocked out by a gun to his temple and fell on the ground, passing out and knowing that he was going to be taken by the militant group.

…

Adriano gasped to life as he realized he was trapped in a strange cell. He quickly felt himself and obviously the general had taken his weapons and he wasn’t much use without them. He needed to figure out what to do, looking around he saw that Adriano was behind him.

Then he realized that the group bumped. The cell was some sort of containment vehicle a forcefield formed on the edge. Realizing that they were trapped Adriano, had no idea what to do. He walked over to Rocco and shook the outsider hoping to get him up.

The dragon woke up with a jolt, looking around too and quickly gaining the information that Adriano too had gained. Standing up he grabbed the bars of the building and he felt the shaking of the ground.

“We’re on some kind of rural ground, we can’t be much out of Washington DC. Based on the sun’s location two o’clock at least three hours until Zander comes looking for me.” Adriano said as he extrapolated the information given him. We seem to be the Virginia Badlands.

“No, he wouldn’t.” Rocco said as the car stopped. A few solders walked behind the transport van and opened the door. Rocco stepped out calmly and keep his hands in the air as he walked forward, he was followed by Adriano as he too walked out of the van and onto arid soil.

They were guided to the front with a gun to their back and they knew what was happening. Standing forward he looked out of the van and Rocco seemed to be paralyzed with fear as he looked onto the land’s before him.

“Well, you two seem to know where you are, now why don’t we get to work and find out where that son of a bitch; teleported off to.” General Washington said as he looked at Rocco and smiled, he knew the guilt would be too much for the dragon and smiled.

“What is this place, why is Rocco? Rocco what’s wrong with you?” Adriano said as he decided to give Washington the attention, and instead focused on the dragon. He shook him but all Rocco did was look around, viewing the sky and the brunt trees.

“He hasn’t been here in very long time; haven’t you Rocco, when was the last time you were here, when you were about what age? I think you were seven, such a long, time ago, nearly eight years.” General Washington said as he smiled a bit as he turned his head a-bit, his body showing signs of pain.

“Remember this Rocco, you know.” Washington said sadistically as Rocco shook in his spot, his body telling him to run and leave. His hand clamped and fire exited his control nozzles. He took a few controlled breaths, and he seemingly calmed down.

“Rocco, are you ok? What is this place?” Adriano said as he became increasingly worried about what was happening to Rocco. The dragon stood still as he turned towards Adriano and pointed at the charred ground before them.

“This place, this entire area is my doing and that burnt house, is my home, I lived here. Those creek beds gave me water, those trees gave me fruit. I lived here and I burnt this place down to the ground.” Rocco said disclosing this information as he turned towards Adriano and looked at him. He had pain in his eyes and his body showed hurt.

“Isn’t this right, we’re we meet and we’re you burned, this is the place where it ends, our story right here.” General Washington said as he smiled knowing he pushed the exact buttons he needed to. Rocco was frozen with fear; memories of a childhood he had tried to forget being brought back up, like a dredge in a lake.

…

Rocco was born a few years back, since he was 17 years old one could make the assumption that he was born 17 years back and they’d be correct. So Rocco was born 17 years back into a family, this family didn’t live in the city or the suburbs or even the rural side of the county, they lived deep in the forest.

While it was no black forest that didn’t mean mystical things couldn’t happen. And one day about 17 years ago, there was a terrible death. Inside the log cabin was the birth of Rocco, but the death of his mother.

“What’s happening to me, I feel weak and my blood is turning black.” A soon to be mother said crying out as she looked on her skin, hoping nothing was affecting her baby. However, it was not her child she needed to be worrying about. As the birth approached, Rocco’s innate abilities activated, and slowly but surely, nearly at an exponential curve oil was produced in his body.

At first no one would notice, until more and more of it built up, atoms becoming moles and moles becoming liters. Slowly but surely destroying your body from the inside out, Rocco might have been a child but he was a parasite as well. And as his mother stood their trying to see how she could save her baby, that is when her body decided to save herself.

Suddenly a pain struck her thigh and she found herself contracting. She looked around, the midwife wouldn’t be around for a week and she didn’t know if the baby was coming too early. She held onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto the bed.

“Honey, the baby is coming call the midwife and get her here!” The mother cried in as she tried to calm herself down, but the more she thought about it the more she became worried. She knew she needed control of the situation and she needed her mind to work, but the oil was started to work its way into her body slowly suffocating it from the inside.

She took deep breaths and hoped that all would be fine and two hours later with the midwife at her side, the baby had a slick ride out. With the baby out and seemingly fully formed the mother knew that it was her turn. She had kept herself alive for the baby she knew he would save the world and be important.

Closing her eyes she let the warm embrace take her as she closed her eyes, her husband running over to her and probably telling her to continue for him, and she would spout some crazy forgiveness metaphor, and she died. Her mortal coil snapped and she found herself blinded by what sure must have light of god shining down on her.

Until she realized that she was in some sort of strange office. A man in a red suit turned around and looked at her.

“Are you god? I always imagined him as a bit older and wearing a bit whiter?” The mother asked as she looked around and saw the fires of hell outside the window. “Oh, I’m in hell, well devil which one was right, it was the Jewish wasn’t it?”

“Nope, there is no heaven, just little old Lucifer here to make sure reincarnation goes all right, luckily in a few years I am starting renovations.” The devil said as he laughed.

“Well that’s oddly comforting to know.” The mother said as the devil decided to pass this woman onto one of his many, many assistants. She screamed as she fell through the opened floor. He went back to his desk and looked at the security cameras.

“Oh great, hell’s cracked and demons are escaping into revolutionary Boston.” The devil said taking a sip of his coffee as he closed the security system and went to his email folder. Clicking on the first he viewed the notification email, “Oh Jeannie had a baby, how nice.”

…

“No, she’s dead, how can this be, this isn’t what god intended for our child?” The father said as he contemplated everything he was ever told. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, that child was supposed to group up with a family with a mother and a father, and now someone had robbed him of his wife.

He looked around and had no idea why this had to be done. He looked at his child, his skin was black and gooey but as the midwife wiped his skin, it looked like his scales were black and green, and there was a layer of oil on his skin.

“Sir, your child appears to be producing oil. Not skin oil, actual unrefined oil. And they said my chemistry degree wouldn’t help me, also sorry for your loss.” The midwife said as she examined the baby, and the baby was completely healthy. Despite the fact that his skin produced oil, his blood flowed with the substance and it was embedded in his DNA, he was completely healthy.

And he grew up, his father resented him for what he did with no control but his childhood was stable until he was about five. On his birthday his father forgot not get birthday candles and you can figure out the rest. And as the chars of the house settled Rocco was alone in the forest, a five year old on his own.

And he learned, using knowledge he picked up, he quickly found berries, covered with oil; food covered with oil, water and dead fish covered with water. Adapting to the surrounding was one of humanities greatest gifts and Rocco took full advantage of it.

Surviving was his way and he did so.

…

“You lived here, on to other information; tell us flying patriot, how do we find the invader on our eagle land, before he ruins the patriotisms of our country.” Adriano said sarcastically to Washington, as he was handed his shotgun.

“Simple, were going hunting, you two have some implants in you; so don’t even try to run away. Because we’ll get ya.” General Washington said as he looked around, “You two go over there on that ridge, look around he was reported to be seen in this area.”

Adriano and Rocco groaned as they walked up the dead and barren hill and found themselves looking over the massive arid land that looked to be completely deserted. It looked to go on for miles and miles and miles, with no end in sight and Adriano had to ask himself if Rocco was capable of this kind of destruction.

The whole area engulfed in fire seemed to be crazy and killing all life seemed to be even further far-fetched but yet, there it was an endless expanse of death before them. He didn’t know who or what to believe anymore. Looking around he looked for the child, he didn’t know what to look for or what the child even looked like.

“Who are we looking for?” Adriano asked as he looked to Rocco for help, he had no idea what was happening or no idea what to even look for. He was confused and lost in a strange land and he needed Rocco’s help to get him through. He wanted to live and see Zander again.

“A tiny child, no more than ten years old, he wears a large military jacket and he has a facemask covering his face.” Rocco said as he looked down onto the desert floor, trying to find where he went. “I don’t know, General Washington is a man of his word but I’m not sure we’ll escape, he wanted me here and I’m sorry I got you into this mess.”

“No I’m sorry, remember when you asked about me and Zande not speaking as much, it’s because of this.” Adriano said as he pulled up his hoodie sleeve and showed the dragon a big burn mark on his skin. “It’s not his fault, we were just fooling around and he accidentally released some power on my skin. It’s not like yours it burns and doesn’t heal as well.”

“Oh dear, don’t worry, you will heal and it will always be there to remind you of what happened, so you don’t make the same mistake again. “Rocco said holding in his laughs, with the embarrassing situation. “Don’t worry, while you might forget we will always remember it.”

“Oh please, like you haven’t done anything embarrassing, like this massive mistake!” Adriano said letting his voice echo into the valley, before realizing what he said, and taking his voice back with a gasp. He stood silent hoping not to enrage Rocco, but he feared that the damage was already done.

“I think I see him, out there.” Rocco said as he pointed down into the canyon, the blur moving through the deserted area, pushing himself along with telekinetic force. Dust was behind him and he was moving as fast as a train. Rocco started to run chasing the force, and yelling out as he tried to get the attention of the rest of the solders.

Rocco recognized the child from their last encounter, same militant coat, gas mask over his body and a black spherical necklace on his body. Rocco’s face turned to anger, he wanted to catch the child prove himself worthy of being the only man close enough to catch him beat the RAF.

“Hey guys, he’s here, come on catch up before he’s gets away!” Adriano yelled to the soldiers, waving at them and bring them along as Rocco went on a head, trying to catch up and stop the child before he escaped. Adriano looked forward and Rocco did look like he would catch up in time.

“Oh god I’m not going to be fast enough and I know what I have to do.” Rocco said as he looked behind him and saw he might be far enough from Adriano from his plan to work. He took a breath and calmed himself knowing what he was doing.

He put his hands behind him and thought, he released a burst of fire from his arms and he was pushed forward. The nozzles on his oil igniters, pressuring the resulting air burst. He fired again and he sped up running forward, pushing himself forward in a similar manner to the child.

“Oh, god he’s using his powers, this is a bad situation.” Adriano said noting that if what Rocco said before was true, he must have seriously considered the child a threat. He didn’t see what happened in the hospital but it must have been bad. He watched as Rocco, threw himself off the cliff and then flew towards the child catching up quite quick as he prepared to intercept him.

Rocco found himself in the shockwave behind the child and like a jetpack, slid along it. He was going to follow the path of least resistance as he prepared to quite bluntly throw himself at the child. He sped himself up faster as the fire’s pushing power was messed up by the force wave.

However, once he approached the child, he was almost dragged in speeding up and finding himself unable to stop. He tried to stop but quickly found himself being pushed along by the force wave behind the child and crashed into him.

Both tumbled to the ground, a combination of fire being pushed and shaped by force in the air above them certainly letting the soldiers know where they were. Rocco stood up and so did the child, both of them faced the other, knowing that it was time for a battle.

Rocco pulled the gun out and pointed it at the child’s legs. He closed his eyes, trying to hide himself from the idea of what he was doing. He pulled the trigger gasping a bit as the bullet flew out. However, he heard no cries of pain. Instead as he looked forward, the bullet was floating in front of the child.

Rocco said a few words to himself as he realized what he had done and knew he would certainly have to atone for what that he did. The child put his hands around the bullet and spun it around as he kept it in the air. He could see the child’s eyes underneath the mask and knew that somehow someway it would all work out.

He put his hands forward, slightly out and formed a fire barrier around the two. The child dropped the bullet and pushed back against the fire barrier. Rocco brought together his hands and formed one fire beam pushing forward, the child did the same both forces engaging in the same battle as before, this time with a bit more fuel in the fire.

Rocco knew he had to distract the child or else he got away and General Washington take his revenge on the two. He pushed back, seeing Adriano catch up and lead a group of solders and General Washington following. He did take comfort in the fact that the child’s capture would be short, his powers being simply removed.

“Don’t worry, I will make sure they don’t hurt you!” Rocco yelled as he stopped the fire getting pushed back by the wave. By that time the battalion surrounded the two, pointing their guns as the three as they closed in.

“All three of you, your hands up!” General Washington said as he slid down the hill going to meet his latest prisoners. “Don’t be surprised Rocco, you should have seen this from the beginning, and once we leave here we won’t ever becoming back.”

The solders moved in placing some kind of cuff on Rocco’s body, as it glowed he felt normal, his skin felt dry and his suit had stopped burn surplus oil. He tried to move oil with his fists, but none came out of his spouts. He was normal. The same cuffs were placed on Adriano and the child.

“Now then you have the right to come with me.” General Washington said smiling as he knew what could happen and he could do with the three.

…

Young Rocco, now alone for two years, scavenged throughout the forest. Gathering berries, he knew he could cook them and use them for food and nutriment. However, as he came back to the site of his once house, now the site of a rudimentary tent, someone strange was standing there; one General Washington.

“Hello, their how are you doing? Now you must have been out here for a while oily, child you need to come with me now.” The General said grabbing Rocco’s hands and feeling the oil on them. The young dragon looked confused never seeing anyone like that.

Soon enough he was taken back to General Washington’s base and was fitted for a suit. A mechanical suit, one that could grow with him and be upgraded as the time’s changed and so did needs. However, General Washington had one plan for the child, to make a killing machine.

…

Rocco was nervous, he had never met such nice people and now they were standing before him in a nice single file line. He waved at them and they waved nervously back. Looking over to General Washington, the man nodded his head. Then Rocco focused, he pushed the oil in his suit’s storage into a pipe and towards his arms.

He focused trying to get enough speed, pushing his cheeks full of air and shaking his arm a bit. However, as it approached his fist the oil splatted out like a geyser, flying forward and over the nice men. One tried to move but found himself trapped by force weights on his feet.

“Should I do it?” Rocco asked as he felt the mental scanners on his mind, pushing out a trigger on his finger, giving him the control he needed. The general nodded yes, as he pressed a button on his control panel. They were on a roof top, somewhere outside of Washington DC, some federal prison.

As he pressed the button, a sound field was formed blocking all out going sounds. Rocco clicked the trigger and suddenly fire engulfed his oil stream, Rocco stopped the flow as the fire hit onto the stream, flying like lighting down to the nice men. They were engulfed in fire, and soon fell to the floor.

Rocco couldn’t hear there screams of pain, but they were loud. He simply though they were falling over, he had never felt the pain of fire. His body burnt but it only felt good to him. He thought it was the same for them as well. Rocco smiled knowing that he made someone else feel good like he did went he was one fire.

General Washington smiled knowing he had hit two birds with one massive stone. Here he was on a federal prison, executing mass murders and serial killers and continuing Rocco’s training into his perfect agents, placing everything he needed to make the stupid child a psychopath.

Smiling he put his hand on the child’s back and led him off back towards the prison entrance, he didn’t want Rocco to see the clean-up crew. Everything was going to plan, he had seven of the most powerful super children on the planet, slowly training them in a plan the secret to the president, his cabinet, most of congress and the public.

However, being a manipulative bastard wasn’t his final plan. Soon he would rise above the others and take over other counties with his task force, soon enough the United States of the World. However as he took Rocco down the stairs hiding him from the prisoners and guards, he knew he needed one last agent, one last person to tie the team together.

That person was created in an experiment, the first person with artificial powers and what a whopper they were. A child that had not aged in thirty years and still roamed the Earth, once he had control of that child his plan for world domination with the RAF would be complete. And he smiled knowing he was on the way.