--===JUSTICE SEVEN===-- Justice Seven Episode 5: The Cybernetic Connector _Author's Note:_ There is a significant amount of conversation in this episode that would take place in Japanese. I do not speak Japanese, nor do I claim to. I have done my best to emulate the 'politeness' and style of Japanese speech, but I make no claim that it is authentic, either. I do not have any Japanese-speaking friends, or I would have consulted them on the matter. Please bear with me if you *do* speak Japanese. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome aboard American Airlines flight 2880 non-stop from Tokyo to Mornington. Our estimated flight time will be thirteen hours and twenty minutes, and our estimated time of arrival in Mornington will be just before noon, local time. Our cruising altitude today will be 38,000 feet, and we'll be traveling at roughly five hundred knots. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight." Akira Nazawa settled back into his seat and closed his eyes as the airplane left the ground. He wouldn't go to sleep just yet, though he would need to sleep over the next several hours in order to make it through the day. He also needed food, and the cabin crew would be serving breakfast in short order. He relaxed into the comfortable first-class seat and sighed. He'd never been to America before, and now they were going to live there. *Well, at least my English skills are good,* he thought to himself, but in Japanese, which he'd have to stop doing soon. He didn't want to just 'make it' in America; he wanted to excel. To do so, he knew he would need to fit into the American society, and he'd been told many times that Americans resent those who live in their country but cannot speak their language, and their language was English. He opened his eyes as he felt movement next to him. He looked over to see his mother fidgeting in her window seat. Among other things, Yumiko Nazawa did not like to fly, and she was likely to remain upset for the entire thirteen-hour flight. Akira reached over and touched her arm. She looked at him, and gave a very slight smile, then looked back out the window. He slipped his hand down to hers, and she took it, squeezing tightly. He knew she was afraid, and uncertain, and he wanted to take care of his mother. He left his hand in hers, and rested his head on the seat, remembering how everything had started... ----- "Akira, your father and I would like to ask you something." "Yes, Mother. What is it?" "You are aware of the project that your father and I have been working on?" "I know that it is important, but you have not told me what it is about." "We are trying to find a way for people and computers to communicate more efficiently." "Ah. Yes, that is very important." "Yes. But we are having a problem. All of our research subjects are too old, and their mind rejects the new interface." "That would be a difficulty." "Yes. Akira, we cannot force you, but we were wondering if you would be willing to help us with our project." "Is it dangerous?" "It should not be. No one has been hurt in any of our experiments, though there is a surgery involved." "I understand. May I think about it?" "Of course. Let us know when you have decided." "*Hai*." * * ----- * * * It wasn't terribly nice of them to lie to me about the danger,* Akira thought to himself. In fact, three of the subjects had been seriously harmed by the experiment in the very beginning. The last four subjects had not been harmed, but it had not worked with them. His parents knew the project was close to being shut down, and that was why they'd turned to him. Akira didn't mind that they'd used him as a guinea pig. The project had, in fact, been fun, after he'd recovered from the brain surgery. The implant was inside his skull, so he didn't have any outer signs of it at all, since his hair had long ago grown back to cover the surgical scar. *That first day was pretty interesting, though...* ----- "Akira, this is Mr. Tadeshi, the director of the facility. He wanted to meet you." Akira bowed before saying, "How do you do, Mr. Tadeshi?" "Very well, and yourself?" the man responded in kind. "Quite well, thank you." "I won't take up much of your time. I know you are interested in beginning your project. I simply wanted to offer my thanks for assisting with the experiments." "It is my pleasure, Mr. Tadeshi." The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before the director left, and Yumiko led her son over to the computer lab. In the lab, he saw a dozen large computers, and half a dozen standard PCs. He gawked at the monitors, and the cabling, and all of the other equipment. "What am I supposed to do, Mother?" he asked. She handed him a small device. On it were two different plugs, and a switch. "This is the transmitter that connects to the implant in your mind. The switch indicates which type of computer you're connecting to." "But I see three positions on the switch, and only two connectors," he said. "The third is for the wireless protocol known as Bluetooth." "Ah," Akira said, understanding. The two other ports were recognizable to him as a USB port and a FireWire connector. "So, how does it work?" "First, you turn it on with the separate switch. Then, you choose the type of connection you are going to make. After that, you simply plug it into the computer. Before you do, Akira, you should know that it probably won't make any sense at first, and it will probably give you a very bad headache." Akira nodded, and took a deep breath. "Which computer do I try?" ----- "Good morning. And what would you like for breakfast?" Akira took in the cute blonde stewardess, but refocused his thoughts. His mother was staring obliviously out the window, trying not to deal with things. "The scrambled eggs, for both of us, please," Akira said. The young stewardess nodded with a smile, and then moved down the aisle. Akira turned to his mother and put his hand on her shoulder. Her body jolted, as if from an electric current. She turned to face him, her eyes full of fear and uncertainty. "Mother, you have to let it go." "Oh, Akira. What are we going to do? I've never even been to America." She spoke in Japanese, though her English was quite good. Akira responded in kind. "We'll make it. You'll see." She smiled at him, and it was heartening that she trusted him. "I ordered you some scrambled eggs." He knew she hadn't heard the conversation with the stewardess. "Thank you, Akira." Akira reached over and hugged his mother. He noticed how tightly she clung to him. He was more than willing to support her. They released after only a moment, not wanting to draw excess attention to themselves. Most of the people on this airplane were American, however, and probably wouldn't notice a mother and son embracing. Breakfast was surprisingly good, for airliner food, and Akira ate his with gusto. He noticed that his mother barely ate any of hers, but he didn't comment on that fact. It wasn't yet time for such things. He figured that she would be hungry enough by lunch time that her body would force her to eat, and that would be good enough. He wondered if his mother knew the thoughts he had about her. Probably not, he judged, or surely she would have said something by now. It had all started in the lab, of course... ----- "Your father and I have to go to this dinner, Akira. Of course, you are not expected to attend." That he would not be welcome was the unspoken message that everyone understood. "Okay. May I stay here and practice?" The interface he had with the computers was something that was difficult for him to understand, and he was still learning how to interpret everything he saw. "Of course. I will tell the security officer that you are in here," his father told him. "When you are done, make sure to sign out with him." "*Hai*." His parents had departed shortly thereafter, and Akira had then chosen a computer at random to start practicing with. In truth, he'd gotten quite good at it. He didn't want to go home because there was nothing to do there. The problem with living in a government facility was that he didn't have any friends who weren't busy working on their own projects, and those were all adults, anyway. Akira was a fourteen-year-old boy, and he needed something to do. Bored teenagers are terribly prone to getting into trouble, and Akira was no exception. After about an hour, he gave up on these computers, and decided to leave. While he was walking out to the front desk to sign out, he realized that there was another security desk here. It was unmanned, at the moment, because the facility was essentially shut down from its day's activities, with only a few scientists still around. Akira snuck over to the security desk, and turned on the terminals there. All of the cameras in the facility were digital, and their video was kept on hard disk storage. The compression method used, along with the quality of the video feed, meant that it didn't take up a horrendous amount of space, and it kept all of the files readily accessible. The reason Akira wanted to be here was that he'd noticed a FireWire port on these terminals. He assumed it was for some kind of device to offload specific video information from. It didn't matter, though; once he plugged his special interface device into the port, he might as well have been plugged directly into the CPU. Akira looked around. This system was obviously different from the computers he'd been practicing on. Things were far more organized, and very systematically placed. He could see, if he looked behind his virtual self, a big electric wall, glowing red. That, of course, was the security wall. Akira had bypassed the security wall entirely because he was, after all, a 'hardware device', as far as the computer was concerned. The facility before him looked very much like a library. He moved into the aisles of "books", trying to figure out how things were categorized here. He saw signs above each aisle, and it took him a while to translate the code there into a building name. He moved down the aisle for the building he was in, and he tried to figure out what he was seeing. He found a whole section of books that bore the room number of 'his' lab. There were other numbers on the books, and he quickly translated those into dates. He pulled out the most recent one, which was dated for that day. Opening the book, he saw that it started in a dark lab. The video progressed in real time, until he started flipping pages. As he did so, the video jumped by minutes. He flipped quickly, and soon, he saw himself enter the lab with his parents. He slowed it down, just to watch for a bit, and he was satisfied that he knew what he was seeing. This was, of course, terribly boring, and so he soon closed the book and put it back on the shelf. Moving out of that aisle, he looked up at each sign, just to see what he had access to in this manner. He got his first surprise when he came to the aisles that were labeled with the name of their apartment building. It was within the complex, but he had not expected there to be many security cameras there. However, he counted six full aisles of footage, and that had to mean an enormous amount of data. Moving down the aisles, he quickly realized that they were organized by apartment number. He instantly began looking for his own apartment, number 602. He found it, and then he had to interpret a whole new set of codes, because there were at least six different sets of camera data. He decided to pick one from each set, and discovered that the different sets indicated each room in his family's apartment. He was not as shocked as some people might have been that his government was spying on him. After all, the program he was involved in would be perfect for espionage operations, as he was proving right now. The last video he pulled was something that would affect him deeply. He flipped it open to a random page, not really expecting to see anything specific. What he saw was his mother, in the master bathroom. She had on her bathrobe, and was turning on the water to take a shower. The camera was located in such a way that it could see into the shower, as well as the rest of the room. The cameras, he'd noted, followed movement. He could only assume they were computer controlled, since to have a person controlling each one all the time would be labor-intensive to the extreme. The camera remained centered on his mother as she removed her robe, hanging it on the back of the door. Akira's eyes were glued to the video as his mother stepped into the shower. The ventilation system of the bathroom kept steam from building up, and he was able to clearly watch his mother washing her naked body. Her shower lasted ten minutes, and Akira was enraptured for the entire period. Eventually, she had left the bathroom. Akira closed the book, and was about to put it back on the shelf, when he changed his mind. One of the abilities this system gave him was the power to transfer files to a special computer that sat in their apartment. This computer was linked to him via a satellite connection. How they had managed to give him the ability to transmit to a satellite, he'd never asked, because he was afraid of the answer. He decided he wanted this file, and so he uploaded it to his home system, where he could watch it again at his leisure. He downloaded a great many files of their home that evening, before he exited the system and signed out. He would have a full night of looking over these files. Since he knew he was being watched, however, he would view them within his cyberworld. He would never again use his computer the 'normal' way. ----- Akira had worried, at first, that they would find out about what he had done, and that he would be in serious trouble. He'd not gone back to the security computer for weeks. He had, however, spent many hours studying his mother. What had been merely intriguing to him at first had become something of an obsession to the hormone-crazed teenager. He'd even watched his parents screwing once, but that had nearly made him sick. Looking at his father's naked body was not something he wanted to contemplate. After a few months, he had realized that they either did not know what he had done, or the powers that were didn't care. It hadn't taken him long to get back into that system, and this time, he'd set up an account for himself, so that he could 'legally' enter the security system from home. He spent many nights eavesdropping on his parents, and many, many mornings watching his mother shower and dress. He looked over at her now, sleeping fitfully in her window seat. Her body fidgeted and shivered as she slept, and so he placed his hand on hers. It seemed that her body immediately stilled, and her sleeping was easier. She seemed to find his presence comforting. *She's always needed someone to take care of her...* ----- Akira's parents obviously thought he was fully involved in the television program he was watching, or they would have gone to their room to hold their discussion, which wasn't quiet enough for him not to hear them. He was only fourteen, and he really should not be listening in on an adult conversation, but he sensed the distress his mother was under, and he wanted to know what that was about. "They have offered me a promotion, Maseo," she told her husband. "I would be working as lab director." "I see," her husband responded. "And this troubles you?" "Maseo, it would make me your supervisor." "I do not have a problem with that, Yumiko." "It would also mean that I would be responsible for everything that happened in the lab. I would be the one making decisions about hiring and firing, and I would also be responsible for the direction our research takes." "Yes. I know you would not enjoy such a task as that." "Maseo, I do not wish to have such responsibility. I cannot make those kinds of decisions." "Yes." "But if I do not take the job, I do not know who they will give the position to. They might even bring in Taoka." "Yes, that would be unfortunate." "I cannot decide what I should do, my husband. Tell me." "It is not likely that you would need to make split-second decisions as lab director, Yumiko." "This is true. I would have many days to make important decisions." "Then you could discuss them with me, correct?" "Yes." "It would not be very difficult for us to work together to lead the lab." "That is true." "Then you should take the job, Yumiko. Together, we will make the project work." "Thank you, Maseo." "It is my job to look after you, my wife," he said with a smile. She responded with a bow, and a special smile of her own. ----- *It was only a little while after that when they asked me to become part of the project,* Akira thought to himself. *I bet that was Dad's doing. Mom always followed his lead. Actually, more like his instructions. I hope Mom is going to be okay. I'll have to do what I can to take care of her now...* With these thoughts, Akira drifted into sleep. ----- "Okay, son, we're going to try the network access again." "I'm ready." "Now, remember: the computer you're trying to connect to has an account for you, but you're going to have to figure out how to enter through that account. Normally, you'd just log in, but no one really understands how you're going to accomplish that..." Maseo Nazawa's words were cut off by a loud alarm. "What's that?" Yumiko cried. "It sounds like a security alert," Maseo said calmly. He walked to the intercom and called the front desk. What he heard made him turn pale. He turned back to the other two. "Akira, you'd better disconnect. Apparently, there are protestors inside the complex." "Oh, my God!" Yumiko screamed. She ran to Akira, and, as soon as he had himself disconnected from the computer, she pulled him to her, shrinking toward the back of the lab. "I don't know what they'd be after here. We're not doing anything dangerous or even military." That their own project was the subject of the riot never even entered his mind. The security alarm continued. There were security personnel in this building, but because the research was not considered a matter of national security, they were not armed, and there weren't that many of them. The crowd of protestors had easily subdued those guards they had run into. Soon, they were beating at the door of the lab, and Yumiko shrieked in terror. Maseo tried to remain calm, and to think. Akira simply waited; he would do what he was told. He had no training or experience to handle a situation like this. It was at that moment that he wished he'd taken up one of his country's many martial arts. As the door to the lab began to give way under the weight of whatever the rioters were using, Maseo turned to his family. "Akira, help me move these cabinets." Akira and Maseo pushed the cabinets aside to reveal a door. Maseo wasted no time. "Both of you, go down this hallway. It leads to a secure facility where you can even escape the compound if necessary." "What will you do?" Yumiko wanted to know. "Someone has to move the cabinets back into place. I do not expect the rioters will hurt one unarmed man. I will not resist them, but I will not give them my wife and my son. Go now, before they break through." "Good luck, father," Akira said. Maseo smiled at him and bowed slightly. Yumiko and her son entered the hallway and began to run down it as they heard the filing cabinets slide back into place. The hallway ran on and on. Akira looked back as he heard the cabinets being moved again. He saw a throng of people. He ran faster, encouraging his mother to do the same. They had to reach the end of the hallway, but it stretched into the distance, without an end in sight. Taking the chance to look back, Akira was horrified to see the crowd growing closer and closer. He tried to run faster, but the protesters were outrunning him. They grew nearer, and finally, he felt a hand on his shoulder... ----- Akira jolted upward, awakened from his nightmare. His face was covered with sweat. The hand on his shoulder turned out to be the stewardess. "Are you all right, sir?" she asked politely. Akira's eyes were wild for a moment, until he realized where he was, and what was going on. He looked to the cute blonde, and nodded. "Yes, I'll be okay. It was just a bad dream." "Sorry to wake you, but you were crying out. Also, it is almost time for lunch." "Yes. Thank you. I'll be all right." "Okay." She wandered off to get ready to serve their second meal on this interminable flight. He could feel his mother's eyes on him. "The dream again?" she asked in Japanese. "*Hai*. It will go away eventually." "Oh, Akira..." Her voice trailed off, because there was no more to be said. He took her hand, and she squeezed. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. That wasn't what had actually happened, of course. The cabinets had never been touched, and Akira and his mother had reached the secure facility quickly and safely. There, they had waited under the protection of several guards armed with batons, until the rioting had been repelled. ----- "I am very sorry, Dr. Nazawa. The rioters had clubs and chains. They were very angry. Your husband was... he did not have any way to resist them." "What happened?" she asked shakily. Akira was beside her, and he wrapped his arm around his mother, already trying to protect her. "He was beaten to death, Doctor. I am sorry. We weren't able to reach him in time." "But *why*? He said he would not resist them!" "From the video, it looks as if they didn't care if he was resisting or not. They came in swinging. They smashed everything in the lab. All of the equipment is utterly destroyed." "My God. Maseo..." Yumiko's knees gave way, and Akira held her up until he could get her to a chair. He set her down in it, and then he turned to the complex security supervisor they'd been talking with. "What will happen to the project?" "That's not my responsibility, I'm afraid. However, with all of the equipment trashed, it is likely they will close the project down." ----- "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have just entered American airspace, and your long journey is almost over. We should be touching down in Mornington in about an hour and a half. Thank you for flying American Airlines." "God, we're almost there," Akira said with a heavy sigh. He didn't mind flying, but this was like slow torture. He was an active kid by nature, and being cooped up like this did not appeal to him. Yumiko Nazawa had been either staring out the window or sleeping for most of the flight. She was doing the latter of the two now. Akira brushed her hair out of her face gently as she slept, but she did not stir. *It's amazing to think about moving to America, after losing Dad. I know I'll be able to adjust okay, but what about Mom? She didn't react one way or the other when they told us...* ----- "How do you do, Mr. Yamato?" Yumiko greeted politely, bowing. "Fine, thank you. And yourself?" he responded. "As well as one can," she replied. "Yes. And this is your son, Akira?" "Yes, sir." "How do you do, Mr. Yamato?" Akira asked with a bow. "Very well, and yourself?" Mr. Yamato said. "Fine," Akira said, not really meaning it, but it was what one was supposed to say at a time like this. "I am very sorry for your loss," Mr. Yamato said. 'Thank you. I will miss my father." "I understand that the project was coming along nicely before this tragic incident." "Yes, sir," Yumiko replied. "We have managed to get the connection to work with Akira. We were still having some difficulties with making network link-ups, but we expected to resolve that... but... now..." "Yes. Without your husband, we have suffered a setback. Also, since the project is now in the media, and under scrutiny, we would have a difficult time going forward. The protesters seem to believe we planned to use this for internal espionage or other nefarious acts. They aren't willing to listen to facts, and so we are unlikely to receive government approval to go forward here." "So the program will just be shut down?" Akira asked. Mr. Yamato looked at him kindly. "Actually, no. Although we cannot hope to continue the project here, where emotion is still very high, we are hoping that you can continue your research elsewhere." "Where do you wish us to go, Mr. Yamato?" Yumiko asked. "America." Akira's eyes widened. "You want us to leave Japan?" "Yes. It is the best option. It will keep you safe, and people will believe the project has been deactivated. We will still provide you with research funds and of course, living costs. Since you always kept the receiver computer at home, Akira, the project has not actually lost anything of consequence as far as equipment goes. Some data has been lost, but that can be regained, I am sure." "You wish us to go to America." It was not a question, and Akira could tell that his mother was overwhelmed. "*Hai*." "America is so large," Akira said in wonder. "How would we choose where to live?" At this point, Mr. Yamato pulled Akira aside. He glanced over at Yumiko, but her eyes were cast down, and she was obviously lost in her own thoughts. "Akira, we are going to send you both to the city of Mornington." "That is a big city." "Yes. There is a reason we are sending you there. We would rather you kept this information confidential." "I cannot have secrets from my mother," he replied immediately. Mr. Yamato said, "Yes, I know this. I do not expect you not to tell her, but you might wish to wait until such time as she is more able to deal with it." Akira nodded in understanding. "Please, what is your reason for sending us there?" "Once you get to Mornington, we want you to contact a teenager by the name of Luke Anderton." "May I ask why?" "Akira, around here, you have been considered normal, because you live in a research complex. Out in the real world, they will consider you to be unusual. They might even refer to you as a 'freak'. It would be best for you to remember that, and to hide your special ability as much as possible." Akira nodded. He had not considered this, but it made immediate sense to him. "And this person?" "Luke Anderton also has a special ability. He also hides this from others." "He can talk to computers, too?" "No. His ability is different. When you meet up with Mr. Anderton, there may be others with him, as well." "How can this be?" "I cannot tell you that. Just know that there may be as many as five other people who have special abilities, as well." "Six people, in one city?" "Yes. I cannot tell you more, Akira. I cannot even tell you exactly how to get in touch with Mr. Anderton. You will have to work out some of the details on your own. Your records indicate that you should not have too much trouble doing so, and your work here over the last two years has been quite exemplary." "Thank you, Mr. Yamato. When I meet Mr. Anderton, what do I do?" "I leave that up to you, Akira. I do not know what Mr. Anderton and his possible associates are doing, nor what they plan. We are sending you merely because it may help you to have others who, like you, have something to hide, and will not judge you for your difference." Akira sensed he was not being told the entire truth, but that was normal for him, and he accepted it without much discomfort. He bowed to Mr. Yamato. "It will be as you say." "Thank you, Akira. You leave in three days. Please pack lightly. Everything you need will be provided for when you get to America." "Thank you, Mr. Yamato." ----- "Ladies and gentlemen, we are making our final approach into Mornington International Airport. The temperature is seventy-two degrees, and it is a sunny day. Please fasten your seat belts, and bring your seats and tray tables into the full-upright, locked position in preparation for landing. And thank you for flying American Airlines." Akira felt the hand holding his squeeze far more tightly. Yumiko knew that the majority of accidents happen on takeoff and landing, and she was just as scared now as she had been at the beginning of the flight. Akira leaned over and hugged his mother with his free hand. She held onto him tightly for a few seconds. "I love you, Akira," she whispered in Japanese. "I love you, too, Mom," he responded, giving her an extra squeeze before letting go. He leaned back in his seat, simply waiting, while his mother trembled, looking out the window. It wasn't too long before he felt the *thump* of the wheels on the tarmac. *Welcome to the United States, Akira. It's game time.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Luke, do you think we've... Mmmm. I can't talk when you do that." "And this is a problem?" he asked with a smirk. Lori swatted him playfully. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Luke removed his hand from the sensitive spot it had been sitting in. "What were you saying?" "I'm trying to remember, you turkey. Oh, yeah. Do you think we've found all of us? I mean, it's been two weeks since we found Jim and Jen, and we haven't had a hint of anyone else at all." "I don't know, Sweetheart. I never expected that there would be six of us all clustered in one city like this. That can't be coincidence, you know?" "Yeah," she said, a slight quiver in her voice. "What do you think it means?" "That, I have no clue. No idea whatsoever. If I were the suspicious type - " "Which you are," Lori interjected happily. "Which I are, yes," Luke agreed with a chuckle. "Then I would say that someone *put* us here. But that just leads to a damned conspiracy theory, and I hate those. The government can't be responsible for everything weird that happens." "True." "But then, that leaves the question of *who*. Oh, I know! God decided to put us here to clean up Mornington and redeem the people!" Lori giggled at his theatrics. "Um... I don't think that's it." Luke deflated in an over-exaggerated manner. "Damn, and here I was ready to proclaim myself Pope." The two laughed about it, without coming to any answers. It was hard to find any importance in it at the time. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Okay, first order of business: has anyone gotten any hints of others at Highlands, or anywhere here in Mornington?" There were shakes of the head and general negative mumbles. Claire asked, "Mimir, how long do you expect us to keep looking?" They had agreed that, in order to get used to using the names, any time they were discussing business, they would refer to each other by their codenames. "I'm not sure. It seems odd that we all came together so quickly." "Does anyone else find it strange that we are all in the same school?" Hercules asked. "It is odd, yes. At least, I *think* it's odd. Hell, who knows? Maybe there are mutant-types springing up all over the country, and we just don't know about it." Loki said, "And there's no way for us to find out, is there? So why are we worrying about it?" Atlanta said, "Because it's better to be prepared than to be caught with your pants down." "That depends on who's doing the looking," Loki shot back, leering over at Nightingale. She studiously ignored his look. The rest in the room grinned patiently. They'd grown used to Loki's advances toward Nightingale, and, though she professed to hate him, they'd been caught together on more than one occasion. "Okay," Mimir said. "Just keep your eyes open, is all I'm saying. There might be others of us out there, and we need to know if there are." "Can we move on to new business, now?" Aurora asked. "Yeah. We have a problem." The group stirred at those words. "Our problem is this: we have money... Shadow, how much?" "One hundred thirty dollars, so far." "Okay, it's not a lot, but it's mounting fast. We need to open a bank account. The problem is that we have to expose someone to the bank in order to do that." "I thought that was my job." Loki said. "It is, but the problem is that the bank will want to see ID, and you don't have any for anyone but yourself." "We could ask my mom to do it," Aurora offered. "I'd thought of that, Aurora," Atlanta replied. "But the problem, as Mimir pointed out to me, is that it still gives them a starting point. It gives them someone to track down." "True." "I haven't yet come up with a way to beat this one," Mimir said. "If any of you have ideas, let's hear them." "What we need," Hercules said, "Are fake birth certificates." "Explain," Mimir requested. "Well, what we need are false ID's for Loki, right?" There were nods of agreement. "The easiest way to get those is to make the DMV make them for you. But the DMV will require a birth certificate as proof of identification." "You're suggesting creating whole identities, rather than just bluffing the bank?" "Right." "That might work... if we can figure out how to make up fake birth certificates." "It shouldn't be *too* hard," Loki said. "The DMV probably doesn't waste time running down every birth certificate to make sure it's valid. If we can copy a real one, and just change the information, then that should be good enough to get past them." "You hope," Nightingale put in. "No risk, no glory," Loki responded. "Okay. Herc, Loki, you guys look into creating some false identities. Let us know what you come up with." "You got it," Hercules replied. "Last order of business. We have a job request, but it is... outside the rules, shall we say." "Who do they want dead?" Loki asked with a smirk. "Not *that* far outside. They want us to steal an answer key to a test." "That's not really ethical, is it?" Aurora asked. "No. Which is why we haven't taken the job yet. I wanted everyone's input, first. "Hey, it's money. If they're stupid enough to pay for the test answers rather than just take the time to study, I say bilk them for all they've got." "But what does that say about the MDSA?" Aurora shot back. "It says we get the job done!" Loki responded. He didn't like being challenged. "Okay, you two. Back off. Loki has a point: since we're not using the results ourselves, it's less of a problem for me. Truth is, if *we* can get the test answers, so can they. We're just safer doing it, because we have a few more tricks. *But* Aurora is right: this sets a tone for the Mornington Detectives and Services Agency, and we have to decide if that's a reputation we wish to have." "How much money are they offering?" Hercules asked calmly. "Our usual fee," was the response. "No," was Herc's immediate answer. "If we're going to be breaking rules for them, they need to pay *at least* double. If we get caught, we get into trouble, and it draws too much attention to us. If they're not willing to pay extra, then they can do it themselves." Aurora looked at him. "You're going along with this?" "J... Aurora, look at it this way: these are the kinds of people who are acting up, causing trouble, and generally making people's lives at school miserable. What do we lose by making sure the bastards graduate, and so get *rid* of them?" She looked at him for a long moment. "I hadn't thought of that." "Okay, so... we charge them double for breaking the rules... does anyone have any further comments?" No one did. "So, I have approval to accept this job?" There were nods from everyone, though Aurora's nod was a little weak. "Okay. Loki, since you have the least amount of problem with this job, you get to do it." "Fine," he said, showing contempt for the others. "That's it, unless anyone has something they want to talk about." There was no real response, and so Mimir assumed that things were going well enough to adjourn the meeting. "Okay. See you all at school, then." ----- "I'm still not entirely sure I like us doing this one," Jen said to Jim as they walked to the bus stop. "I know. But let's face it: this isn't really a 'big' offense, and if the dipshit wants to pretend he knows it instead of actually knowing it, well... it's not like that kind of behavior is going to get him into Harvard, now is it?" "No," she said with a grin. "I suppose you're right. I'm just not used to breaking the rules." "I think Loki is." "That's obvious." "So, we'll let him do the hairy ones." "Works for me." The two walked a ways further without talking, but they were holding hands constantly now. Finally, Jen felt she needed to mention something that had been bothering her. "Jim, why doesn't your sister like me?" "Huh?" "Laura. Every time I see her, she gives me this look, as if she just sort of doesn't want to be around me. What did I do?" Jim hesitated for an entire block before answering her. "She's jealous." "Of me? Why?" "That's complicated, and you might not want to know the details." "If it involves you and me, I want to know all about it." Jim moved over to a bench, and they sat down. "The bus doesn't come down this street on Saturdays." "I know. This might take us a little time to talk about, and I'm not going to do it on a cross-town bus." "Oh. Okay." Jim looked across the street, at an empty construction site. No cars passed during his pause in conversation. Jen simply waited, knowing that he would tell her when he was ready. "Just before you and I met, right at the beginning of the school year, my sister and I... our relationship changed." "Changed how?" Jen asked softly. She wasn't demanding information, but merely pointing out that she didn't understand. Jim hesitated for another very long moment before he looked her in the eye and said, "We became lovers." Jen stared at him in shock. She could tell that he was totally serious, and that he was now trying to decide whether or not he should continue. Jen, however, couldn't quite wrap her mind around the thought. Seeing that she needed a bit of time to digest this revelation, Jim decided to fill the silence with a little background info. "See, Laura and I have always been really close. Then this year, it all started when I had to beat up this guy for hurting her. She kissed me that day. Well, one thing led to another, and, well... we started sleeping together. "Then, when I met you and we started dating, I had to stop that. I think she feels a little like she's been dumped." Finally, Jen's mind had caught up with the conversation, and she'd latched onto something he'd just said. "Had to?" "Had to what?" "You said you *had to* stop sleeping with her. Why?" He looked at her funny as he said, "What do you mean, why? I was dating you. I wasn't going to cheat on my girlfriend." "But you were cheating on your sister, sort of," she said, not entirely seriously. "Well, I couldn't exactly date my own sister. Society frowns on that." "Yeah. Damned prudes," Jen said. It was her turn to look away. Deep inside, she held two emotions. One was a sense of joy that he had thought enough of her to abort a relationship that she knew had to mean more than what he'd just told her. The other was her distress at taking away from him something that had almost certainly made him happy. Jen desperately wanted him to be happy. She considered what she should say or do at this point. There was an obvious solution to the problem, of course, but she wasn't sure he would understand what she was saying. She wasn't sure she could be clear enough in communicating her desire to him. She knew, though, that she had to try. "How long has it been since you've slept with Laura?" she asked quietly. "At least a month, I guess. Probably a little longer." "We were supposed to go to a movie tonight, right?" "That was the plan..." he said warily. She turned to face him fully. "I want you to do something for me. Instead of taking me to a movie, I want you to go home and spend the evening with your sister. And I want you to take her to bed, too." Jim looked at her, and it was his turn to be shocked and confused. "Jen, what are you saying?" She hurried to quell the fear she saw in his face. "No, no, I'm not dumping you. I don't ever want to lose you. But I want you to be happy. I want you to be as happy as you can possibly be. Not just content or satisfied, I want you to be so happy you can't imagine a better life. That's how you make me feel just by holding my hand. "I know you're happy with me. You've told me that a thousand times. But I don't want to take away anything that makes you happy. If being with your sister makes you happy, I want you to have that." Jim sat, stunned, for a few more moments. Finally, he had to ask, "And if she'd been someone else?" "Anyone else. You don't even have to tell me about them. Jim, I love you. Somehow, I think I will always love you. And I will sleep better at night knowing that you are as happy as I am. If sleeping with the Queen of England makes you happy, go for it." Jim shuddered at the image that produced, but smiled at his girlfriend. He embraced her, and they kissed warmly. "I love you, too." "I know that," she answered softly. ----- His family was a little surprised to see Jim arrive home so early, and without Jen in tow. "Hey, Sweetheart," his mother greeted. "Something go wrong?" "No, just a change of plans, is all. Jen wasn't up to going out tonight. She's a bit tired, and wanted to spend the evening resting." "Oh. Well, I hope she's okay." "She'll be fine. So, what're we having for dinner?" ----- "Whatcha watching, Sis?" "Just a dumb movie." He sat down next to her and said, "If it's dumb, why are you watching it?" "There's nothing better on." They were in the den, where there was a smaller television. The big TV was in the living room, where their parents were. Jim slipped his arm around his sister's shoulders, and she leaned against him, sighing happily. He held her like that for a while, neither of them saying anything, and both of them half-watching the movie. Laura finally felt the need to talk, because the movie was horribly dull. "So, what happened between you and Jen? You guys always go out on Saturday." "Nothing serious. She just asked me to do something else tonight." "Oh. Things okay between you two?" "Oh, yeah," he responded with a smile. "Things are just fine." Laura smiled at her brother. "That's good. I'm glad you found someone." Conversation lapsed at this point for several minutes. Laura, finally fed up with the movie, decided to get ready for bed. "Well, this is just stupid. I'm going to go take a shower. See you in a bit." *You most certainly will*, Jim thought to himself. He nodded at her, and counted to ten before getting up to follow her. He kept his distance from her until she went into her bedroom to disrobe. He was quickly up the stairs and into his own room, to do exactly the same thing. He had his clothes off and his bathrobe on in just a minute, and then he waited patiently until he heard his sister go into the bathroom and close the door. Slipping out into the hallway, he stopped at the bathroom door to listen. He could hear her moving around, and then he heard the shower door open. Soon, water was running, and the shower door soon clicked shut. He waited for one minute, letting the shower door fog over, as he knew it would, before entering the bathroom. He took off his robe and hung it on the back of the door, and then moved to the shower. *Good thing she didn't want to take a bath.* The bathroom had both a large shower stall, and a huge bathtub, but he didn't want to imagine how they would have had sex in the tub. *Maybe I'll find out someday.* Without hesitating, Jim opened the shower door. Laura was facing away from him, wetting down her front. She heard the door open, but didn't turn around. The door closed, and then she felt strong hands on her waist. She smiled as he stepped up behind her, pressing his body fully against her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her lower back. "Jim? What are you doing?" she asked with a mischievous smile. "Just following my instructions," he said before kissing the base of her neck. Laura sighed at the feel of her brother against her. His hands slipped forward and up, gently cupping her breasts. His fingers caressed her skin, seeking out and finding her nipples. She moaned softly at the feel of his hands upon her. "Oh, God, I missed this," she said in a half-moan. Jim continued to kiss her neck, then slid up to her earlobe to lightly nibble on it. Laura moaned a little louder this time. She slowly turned her head, and Jim got the idea. Soon, their lips were pressed together in a passionate kiss. His hands continued to massage her breasts, and she was enjoying the moment. As they continued to kiss, Jim slipped one hand off her tit, and down between her legs. Laura moved her legs apart so that he would have easy access. Her body shivered, and she groaned, as his fingers slipped along the side of her clit. His fingers plied her pussy lips, sending tingles throughout her body. Jim took his other hand, and reached down to adjust himself. He slipped his cock in between Laura's thighs, and it rested against her cunt. He could feel how hot she was for him, and that excited him. He was ready. He had to break their kiss, so that she could bend over slightly, making entrance easier. She looked back over her shoulder at him, and had to express her concern. "Jim? What about Jen?" Just before he slid his cock inside her, he said, "Whose instructions do you think I'm following? I told you she asked me to do something *else* tonight." With that, he slipped his dick inside of his sister's hot, waiting hole. Laura groaned at the feel of it. Jim sighed with a smile. He loved Jen, but he had missed his sister's attentions. He buried himself inside of her, and then he paused. He just enjoyed the feel of her warm pussy surrounding his dick. "I love you," he told her, leaning fully against her. "I love you, too," she said, surprised that he'd so easily say that to her. She mewled as his hands moved back up to her tits, softly kneading them. When he started to move inside her, she moaned more loudly. His dick slipped in and out of her at an easy pace. Jim didn't want to hurry; he'd missed his sister's body, and he wanted to make this last. In his mind, he thanked Jen for her... kindness? He wasn't sure why she had given him the freedom to sleep with any woman he wished. Not that many women wished to sleep with him, of course, but... His mind refocused on his sister as her cunt began to ripple along his shaft. She was groaning loudly now, and he did have to worry about that. If their parents caught them... Jim pulled out of his sister, and she whined in disappointment. He turned her around, and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and soon their tongues were dancing. This position was a little awkward for sex, but it was quieter. Then, Jim thought he could do something, and maybe Laura wouldn't pay attention. Jim grasped Laura's legs with his hands, and with his mind. Lifting upward, she got the idea, and wrapped her legs around his waist. In this position, Jim slipped back into her waiting cunt easily, and Laura moaned into his mouth. Jim made sure to keep his sister supported with his telekinesis as well as his hands. He began to move inside her again, enjoying the feel of her entire body moving up and down against him. The hot water from the shower washed over them, adding to their pleasure. Laura was groaning loudly into Jim's mouth now, and her hands were holding his head tightly, pressing his mouth strongly against her own. Their tongues continued to slip wetly against each other as their bodies moved together. Jim pounded into his sister faster and faster, too excited to control himself at this point. Laura was just as aroused, rippling her pussy along her brother's dick, holding herself against him, wanting to feel every inch of his body. She was in ecstasy, and she was close to the brink. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, and her body was seized by her massive climax. She screamed into Jim's mouth, and her back tried to arch, pushing herself more firmly against Jim's body. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock, hoping for his spunk. Jim's cock was sending tingles all throughout his body, and he just couldn't hold back any longer. He spewed his cum deep inside his sister, and the two clutched at each other, lost in their world of lust and pleasure. For several moments, they grunted and writhed against each other, until finally they both began to come down from their orgasms. Jim very slowly let his sister's legs slide down his body, until she was once again standing on the floor. His cock slipped out of her pussy, but the pair did not separate. They held each other under the running water, just wanting to be together, now that they had sated their carnal desires for the moment. *Good thing our system never runs out of hot water,* he thought to himself. He held his sister gently, enjoying the feel of her arms wrapped around him, and how her head rested against his shoulder. Finally, Laura looked at him. "So, Jen knows about us?" "Yeah." "When did you tell her?" "This afternoon. She wanted to know why you kept glaring at her," he said lightly. "Oh," Laura said, blushing slightly. "Did she take it well?" "She's the one who told me to do this," he reminded her. "She... is willing to share," he said in a very limited explanation. Laura smiled at him impishly. "I'll have to find a way to thank her." Jim kissed her sweetly. Laura responded in kind. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Akira was disappointed, but not surprised, that his mother and he had separate rooms at the hotel. It was a fairly nice hotel, and that was okay, since they would probably be here for a couple of weeks trying to find a house. The Japanese government was paying for everything, and would continue to do so, within reason. They wanted to continue the project, and so Akira would have access to whatever resources were needed to do that. The good thing about the hotel was that it had an 'internet cafe', and so Akira had easy access to the internet, which he figured would be the easiest way to try to locate Luke Anderton. A flip through the phone book had turned up three Andertons, and they were, unfortunately, all located in different parts of the city. He could have just called each one, looking for Luke, but he didn't want to do that. He wanted to have some idea of who he was dealing with before he revealed himself. There were six high schools in Mornington, and they each, thankfully, had a website. Highlands was only the second school on his list. The school had a highly organized site, and it listed many of the clubs and teams the school had. Looking through the listings, he didn't find Mr. Anderton listed at all. He was just about to leave, when he caught a link at the bottom of the page. "This website maintained by the Highlands Computer Club". He clicked the link, and it immediately took him to the page for the HCC. The page, he noted, was very organized, and it was one of the better sites he'd seen. He quickly found a link for membership, and there, the first name on the list, was Luke Anderton, chief programmer. *I didn't expect it to be this easy.* This told Akira two things. First, he knew which area of the city they needed to move into, and second, he knew that Luke was definitely into computers. That meant they had something in common, and that would help him make a connection with the other boy, without having to just walk up to him and introduce himself. *Good. Now we can move on to step two.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Okay, so, what kind of house are you looking for today?" the realtor asked politely. "Um, I don't really..." Yumiko stammered. She felt very uncertain of herself. Akira, seeing an opportunity to continue on his 'mission', and also to help his mother, jumped in. "We need a two or three bedroom house in the Highlands High School District." Yumiko looked at her son in surprise, but didn't question his authority to make the statement. She simply settled back, letting someone else make the decision. The realtor looked at him, at his mother, and then, realizing that he was the one she needed to deal with, turned back to him. "Okay. That's a somewhat pricey neighborhood. Do you have a price range you'd like to stick with?" "Upper mid-range house. Nothing too ostentatious, but comfortable." Akira knew that the Japanese government was paying for the house, and he also knew that real estate prices in Japan were so far out of whack that he could have bought the most expensive house in the city without them batting much of an eye. He didn't want to stand out like that, though. "Okay. We have several houses that will fit that description. Will you want to look at them all today?" Taking only a brief glance at his mother, he responded, "We don't have anything else to do." "Very good." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "That's the last of it, ma'am. You sure did buy a lot of stuff from us." "We're new to America. It would have been too expensive to ship our old furniture here." "I suppose that's right," the workman allowed. "Which country you from?" "Japan," Yumiko answered politely. "Yeah? Well, welcome to the good ol' U.S. of A. You have a good night, now." "Thank you." Akira watched the man walk down to his truck and depart before he said anything at all. Turning to his mother, he asked, "Did you get everything you wanted?" "No," she said sadly. "They didn't have some of the things I wanted." "We'll try to find them. I might be able to find what you want online." "That would be wonderful. I don't want to abuse our government's generosity, however." "Mom," Akira said, taking a tone he had never quite taken with her, one of superiority. "Even with the cost of the furniture, we haven't spent half of what a house half this size would cost in Tokyo. They said they weren't worried about our expenses." "That is good to know," she said. She had never once questioned him about why the government was talking to him instead of her. She was content to let him deal with it, and that was obvious. The new house suited Akira just fine. It was far larger than any home he'd ever lived in. Once he'd told the government representative why he wanted to live in this area of town, they had agreed immediately, and had given him an upper limit on spending to purchase and furnish the home. He hadn't come even close to that amount yet, and probably wouldn't, even with all the electronic equipment they had to buy. He would need several types of computers to continue their work. The real trouble was that he was not yet as proficient a programmer as his father had been. Thinking about his father caused a twinge of grief. Leaving their home country meant that they were also unable to visit his father's grave. He knew he would be able to cope, but he was sincerely worried about his mother. Hopefully, she would be able to deal with it as time went on. He hoped so. "What would you like for dinner, Akira?" Yumiko asked him. It was late, and they really didn't have the energy to prepare a proper meal, so he said, "Why don't we order out?" "Hamburgers again?" his mother asked tolerantly. Akira had quickly fallen in love with Burger King food, which his parents had never bought in Japan. "How about pizza tonight?" Pizza was another food he'd had only rarely. "As you say," she said with a soft smile. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Good morning, Akira, is it? I'm Principal Garrett. I understand you come to us from overseas." Akira looked at the man and had something of a distaste for him. He seemed polite enough, but that was the problem; he just *seemed* that way. It didn't appear to Akira to be sincere. He bowed slightly, anyway, and then kicked himself mentally. He would have to stop doing that soon. "Yes, sir. My mother and I just emigrated from Japan." "Well, we're glad to have you here at Highlands. I see by your records that you did very well in your school in Japan. Of course, you realize that our school systems really aren't compatible. Your classes don't translate to ours very well." "I was aware of this, yes." Akira said politely. "What we'll have to do is run you through some tests, to figure out where to place you. Of course, we'll waive some of the usual requirements, because you won't have time to complete them. You can discuss all this with your guidance counselor after you finish with the testing. It'll take about two days to complete all of the standardized tests, because we don't want to swamp you with it all at once." "If you don't mind, sir, I'd just as soon take them all and get them out of the way. I don't have test anxiety, and I don't find tests any more difficult than regular school work." Mr. Garrett looked at him with some surprise. "Well, we'll see. Now, let's get you over to the guidance office so that you can get started." "Thank you, sir." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Well, Akira, these test results are amazing," Mrs. Bramble said. "I've never seen a student score so high on these tests. How old are you, again?" It was in his file, but she didn't feel like looking. "I turned sixteen a few months ago, ma'am," he replied. "Well, that's really impressive. I discussed this with Mr. Garrett, and we both talked to the state this morning. Your scores are good enough that we are willing to put you in the senior class, if you would like. We'll waive the usual mandatory graduation requirements, except for two or three classes we'd like you to get in. What do you think of that?" What Akira *really* thought of that was, *One less year of school*. What he said was, "That would be good, Mrs. Bramble. How will this affect my college outlook?" "Oh, I don't think it's going to hurt you any. You'll want to get started on applications real soon, though." "Yes, ma'am. What do we do now?" "We have to work out a class schedule for you. Now, what are your interests?" ----- "Hello, can I help you?" "Good day, Mr. Rutledge," Akira said, being extremely cautious about his pronunciation, "I am a new student, and I have your class." He handed the office form to the teacher, who looked it over and nodded. "It says here that you've had basic and intermediate programming already." "Yes, sir. In Japan." Mr. Rutledge looked up at him. "I've heard about Japanese schools. You could probably teach me something." He smiled. "Well, there's a seat over there by Luke. He can show you the ropes." Mr. Rutledge raised his voice slightly. "Mr. Anderton?" Akira flinched as a boy with black hair got up and came to the front of the class. "What's up, Mr. Rutledge?" Luke asked his teacher. "Luke, this is Akira Nazawa. He's just moved here from Japan. I want you to get him up to speed on what we're doing, and get him settled in, okay?" "Sure thing! Hey, Akira. C'mon back." Akira was in a bit of a daze as he followed the target of his search to the back of the room. They sat side-by-side at a pair of empty computers. *I certainly didn't think getting to meet him would be this easy.* Though this was the only Advanced Computer Programming class, and so he knew that Luke would be in it, he had figured that striking up a conversation would be difficult. He thanked the Fates that he now had an easy opening. "So, how far did you get in programming in Japan?" Luke asked. Akira turned back to him. It would be good to get a feel for him before mentioning the reason for Akira's search. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... For the rest of the week, Akira and Luke worked together in computer class, and Akira was becoming more comfortable with Luke's attitude about things. He still wasn't sure how Luke would react when Akira tried to talk with him about their special abilities. On Friday, he decided it was time to find out. He couldn't wait forever, and now was as good a time as any. He decided to talk to him over lunch. Unfortunately, when Akira found him, Luke was sitting with a very beautiful girl, and Akira wasn't sure he wanted to try to have any sort of conversation in her presence. "Hey, Akira!" Luke called upon seeing him. Luke waved him over. "Have a seat! This is my girlfriend, Lori Darlington. Lori, this is the new guy I was telling you about, Akira... sorry, how does your last name go again?" "Nazawa." "Yeah. Sorry, I'm not very good with names." "It is all right, Luke." "How do you like America?" Lori asked. "It is very different from Japan. But I think I prefer it here. There is more to do, and less strictness." "Yeah. America has always been kind of free-form in its way of doing things," Luke said. "You doing okay, school-wise? I mean, being a senior and all..." "I am doing well, according to my teachers." "Cool." For a moment, conversation lagged. Finally, Akira got up the courage to say, "Luke, there is something I need to discuss with you, but..." Akira glanced at Lori, and Luke got the message. "If it's not personal, then just go ahead and say it. Lori and I don't keep secrets." "It *is* personal, but it is about you, not me." Luke looked at him a little funny when he said that, but shrugged. "There's nothing about me she doesn't know, so just go ahead and say it." Akira looked at them both for almost a minute, and then lowered his voice. "I know that you have a... special ability." Akira had considered just how to word that. If he'd said that he'd been *told* about Luke's ability, that would immediately tell Luke that even more people knew, and that might panic him. This would not help Akira at all. Luke went a little pale, but didn't say anything. Akira continued. "I also know that there might be others with you. I came to Mornington to find you." "Okay..." Luke said, unsure of how to handle this. He knew, now, how the others must have felt about being approached. It was a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. "What do you want?" Akira looked at him calmly, and said, "An alliance." Luke exhaled. "Okay. Why do you *need* an alliance?" "You aren't the only one with a special ability." "I see." Looking to Lori, he said, "I think we need to call the group together." She nodded. Luke took out his notebook, and wrote down some directions, along with a map. "Tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock, go to this address. It's a junkyard. There's a big building there. Go inside, and it's the first door on the right. You can meet all of the people who you're asking for an alliance *with*." "That is good." "Can I ask what your special skill is?" Lori queried. "I will tell you about it tomorrow," Akira said. He got up, and took his lunch over to an empty table. He knew they would want to converse, without him present. "Oh, shit," Luke opined. "Yeah," Lori agreed. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Akira made his way through the junkyard toward the large building, as he had been directed. He felt unsure of himself, because he didn't know who would be waiting for him inside. Although he wasn't afraid, he was wary. Soon enough, he came to the door and opened it. It was dark inside, and he took a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Looking to his right, he saw light coming from the doorway he had been told to enter. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the room. Looking around, Akira saw seven people, only two of which were familiar to him. The looks he saw on most of the faces were friendly, but cautious. One of the three boys in the room, however, seemed to be openly hostile. Akira wasn't sure what to make of that, but he didn't have time just now to worry about it. "Hey, Akira!" Luke greeted him from across the room. Akira stepped further into the room before speaking. "Hello. I'm not sure what to do now, so do you want me to introduce myself, or do you want to introduce everyone else first?" Lori was the one who spoke up. "Every other time we've introduced ourselves first. It would be unfair to make you go first this time." Luke agreed. "True. Well, you know me, and you met Lori yesterday, but do you know anything about the special ability you alluded to yesterday?" "No, I don't. I don't want to get into it just yet, but all I knew when I came here was that I needed to find you. So, I don't even know what your special ability is." "Okay, then we'll do the whole speech." Luke stepped forward and in a formal way said, "My name is Luke Anderton, and my secret name is Mimir. My special ability is reading and writing people's memory. Just to prove to you that I actually can do this, your mother is very pretty." Akira nodded at this, knowing that Luke had never met Akira's mother. Before Akira could say or do anything else, Lori stepped forward. "My name is Lori Darlington. My secret name is Atlanta. My strength, speed, and agility are all at least double a normal human being's. Do you really need me to prove this to you?" "Not really, there aren't too many people who would lie and say they *are* a mutant." Lori chuckled as she sat back down. Claire stood up, then introduced herself. "I'm Claire Bullok, and my secret name is Nightingale. As you might be able to guess, my special ability is healing people. I'd show you, but there's nothing wrong with you at the moment." Everyone in the room chuckled as Claire sat back down. Paul was the next person up, and it was Paul who had given Akira the hostile look. That made Akira pay a little more attention to Paul's introduction. Paul said, "I'm Paul Bell. They call me Loki. I'm a shapeshifter, but I can only do mammals. That does include people, though." Paul sat down without any of his usual smart-assed comments, and that told the rest of the group, though not Akira, that something was wrong. Akira did notice that Jim, the next person to stand up, gave Paul a strange look. The boy stepped forward and nodded at Akira. "Hi. My name is Jim Matthews. My secret name is Hercules, but I am not physically strong like my name implies. My strength comes from the power of telekinesis." "You can move things with your mind?" Akira said, astonished. Jim just nodded, a slight smile on his face at Akira's awe of his ability. Jim turned to the girl next to him, and she stood up. She nodded at Akira, but she didn't speak. Jim, however, did introduce her. "This is my girlfriend, Jennifer Young. Her secret name is Aurora. Her special ability is to control the weather and temperature." Jim immediately noticed Akira's stunned expression, and smiled at him. "Yeah, it's a bit hard to get used to, but that's just who she is." "Doesn't she have the ability to talk?" Akira asked with some embarrassment. Everyone laughed as Jen blushed crimson. Finally, she spoke up. "Sorry, I'm just a little uncomfortable around new people. I didn't mean to be rude." Akira bowed slightly at her, a smile on his face. "You're not being rude. I didn't wish to appear rude later by not speaking to you. I take no offense at shyness, I know how that feels." Akira was glad to see Jen nod before she sat back down. The last girl in the room stood up, and stepped a little forward. "My name is Andie Miller. My secret name is Shadow. I don't have any special powers. I'm Claire's friend, and I was with her when she first found out about this group. That's why they asked me to be a member." Akira nodded at her with a smile, as he had everyone else. Before anyone had to ask, Akira began speaking. "My name is Akira Nazawa. I come from Japan. I was living in a research facility just outside of Tokyo. I was helping my parents with the project when some protesters broke into the facility. My father was killed in the riot, and the government asked us to leave the country for our own safety." Claire said, "That's so sad. I'm sorry about your dad." "Yeah. That really sucks," Luke agreed. "So, this project, does it have anything to do with your special ability? You *did* say you had one." "Yes. The project is what gave me my special ability. I have an implant in my brain. That implant allows me to directly communicate with computers. Any computer that has a USB, FireWire, or BlueTooth port on it, I can talk to it directly." "Damn!" Luke exclaimed. "That's fucking cool!" Paul chimed in, "How in the hell do you do that?" Akira pulled his connection device out of his pocket and showed it to the group. "What I have to do is connect this to the computer that I want to talk to. Once I turn this on, it sends a signal to my brain. Well, actually, it sends its signal directly to my *implant*, which sends its signal to my brain." Paul and Luke both wanted to know more about this, but they knew that the rest of the group wouldn't be interested, so they let it ride for now. Still, they made a note to themselves to talk to Akira about it later. "So, do you have a secret name?" Lori asked him. Akira shook his head. "I've never really thought of one, no." "Each of us chose our names from a character in mythology or present day that we felt an attachment to. Do you have anything like that?" Luke asked. "Not really. Most of my life has been spent working in or around labs. We studied mythology in school, but it didn't really interest me at all." Jen quietly asked him, "Did your project have a name?" "Yes. My father always referred to it as the Cybernetic Connector project." "That sounds like a bit of a mouthful," Luke said. Jim got a thoughtful look on his face, while he pondered the possibilities. "Cybernetic connector... CC... 2-C... C-2.... C-squared?" "C-squared. That has kind of a ring to it," Luke said. Akira nodded in agreement. "C-Squared it is." Paul finally couldn't take it anymore. "Look, is everyone ignoring the obvious question here? How the *fuck* did you know about us?" The room grew very quiet as everyone looked from Paul to Akira. The group was used to Paul being kind of a dick, but this time, he had a good point. Everyone looked at Akira, waiting for an answer. Akira hesitated for a few moments, looking and feeling very uncomfortable. "That is one of the things that I wanted to talk to you about. You see, when we were told to leave Japan, our boss at the laboratory told us to come to Mornington, and he told me to look for Luke Anderton, and that Luke would have abilities similar to my own." "You're telling me that the Japanese government knows about us?" Paul nearly screamed. The only reason the others weren't so vocal is that they had been stunned into silence by the revelation. "I have very little information. All I know is what they told me. Specifically, they told me that Luke had some special ability. They didn't tell me what it was, or even if they knew what it was. The only other thing they told me was that there might be up to five others with him." That information really stirred the group up a bit. All of them were concerned that anyone, especially a government, would know about them. Luke raised his hands and called for quiet. "Do you know if our government knows about us?" "I've told you everything that I know. Beyond what I said I can only make assumptions. However, it was awfully easy for my mother and I to enter the country. I can only assume that means the U.S. government was involved in our immigration process. Now, that could simply mean that my home government talked to your home government about easing our immigration to get us out of the country, or it could mean that they both know all about all of us. I simply don't know." Paul moved toward Akira. "How do we know you're telling us the truth? You could be some kind of damned spy for all we know." Akira held up his hands defensively, trying to calm Paul down. "If I were a spy, wouldn't I have cooked up a better story that would make you trust me rather than one that would make you distrust me?" "Maybe that's just what you want us to think," Paul replied. Luke stepped between the two, not quite touching either one of them but clearly forming a barrier. "All right, let's not have this. Regardless of what Akira actually is, he has given us one useful piece of information. That is that *a government* knows about us. That's something we're going to have to deal with." Looking at Akira, Luke continued by saying, "And, I hate to say it, but you are going to have to earn our trust." Jen stirred in her chair, ready to come to Akira's defense, but Akira simply nodded at Luke. "I understand that you have no reason to trust me. In your position, I probably wouldn't trust me, either. Just tell me what I can do that will help you trust me, and I'll do it." "We'll talk about it later," Luke promised. "Until then, all we expect from you is that you won't talk about us to anyone. We don't mention our powers, even to each other, outside of this room. Can you agree to that?" Akira nodded, and everyone, except Paul, breathed a sigh of relief. ----- When Akira went to bed that night, he lay there for quite a while trying to figure out just what his government, and the American government, for that matter, was doing. He knew that asking his mother was pointless, because everything she knew, he had told her. Unfortunately, he did not have access to people within the Japanese government anymore, so he couldn't ask them. Akira did manage to finally get to sleep, but his dreams were troubled. They were jumbles of images, and none of it made any sense to him. The dream images switched back and forth from Japan to Mornington and back again, without any semblance of rationality or a pattern. Akira tossed and turned in bed for a few hours, but he was not getting restful sleep. It did not matter, however, as he was awakened in the middle of the night. At first, he wasn't sure what had woken him up. He lay in bed for several minutes trying to figure out what it was that had roused him from sleep. He was just about to turn over and go back to sleep, when he heard his mother scream from her bedroom down the hall. Akira recognized the scream as being the product of one of his mother's dreams. She had had these nightmares several times since they had arrived in America, but up until now, Akira had hoped that they would go away on their own. He wondered if his own unease had caused her to have bad dreams this night. Once again, Akira had to decide what to do about his mother's nightmares, and her general state of mind. There was a war in his mind between himself as the child of a parent, and himself as a teenager with a fantasy he would like to fulfill. There was also the added factor that his mother did not seem capable of being able to run her own life. It was another few minutes before Akira finally made up his mind and got up out of his bed. Akira left his bedroom without bothering to put on any additional clothing. After all, he was only going to be slipping into another bed; putting on clothes just to take them off seemed kind of silly. He opened the door to his mother's room quietly and peered in. He could see that his mother had been tossing and turning for most of the night. The covers were twisted about her, and her hair was splayed across the pillows. Akira moved into the room, closing the door behind him silently. Padding across the carpet in his bare feet, he came to the bed, and reached for the covers. When he pulled the covers back, he could see, in the soft glow of his mother's nightlight, that she was not, in fact, wearing any clothing. Although her back was turned to him, Akira still found the view of her naked back and ass appealing. Realizing that he had to take the chance now, or he never would, Akira decided to remove his underwear before climbing into the bed. He slid quickly across the soft cotton sheets until his hands were able to pull his mother gently to him. As soon as she felt his hands upon her, Yumiko rolled over to face her son. She was still asleep, and she did not realize whose arms she was in. Nor would it have mattered, at this point, for she was so distressed that any comfort offered to her would have been gratefully accepted. For his part, Akira was in heaven. He pulled his mother tightly against his body, feeling her large tits pressing into his chest, and his cock, which was hard as iron, pressing against her leg. He gently caressed his mother's back as she settled into a more peaceful rest. He, on the other hand, had a difficult time getting back to sleep. After all, it isn't every day that you sleep nude with your own mother. Finally, however, Akira's exhaustion got the better of him, and he finally managed to drift off to some form of sleeping rest. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Akira awoke the next morning quite some time before his mother did. He took the opportunity to slip out of bed, go to the restroom, and return. Yumiko didn't even notice her son's absence, and she had not moved while he was away. He slid his arms back around her, moving gently so as not to wake her up. For several more minutes, he enjoyed the feel of holding his mother in his arms. When Yumiko finally began to stir, Akira did not let go of her, but he loosened his grip slightly. Yumiko moaned softly at the feel of hands on her body, though she still had no idea whose hands they were. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw her son looking down on her with a soft smile on his face. Yumiko was confused, but she did not stiffen or pull away from Akira. "Akira? What are you doing in my bed?" "You were having some really bad dreams last night. I decided to come in and sleep with you to see if that would help you sleep better," Akira told her, hoping that was a convincing answer. Yumiko looked at her son with a mix of emotions. The first emotion that faced her was the love she felt for her son. Along with that, she felt embarrassment that she needed his support, as well as gratitude for that support, and, she had to admit, that, in their current position, she was beginning to feel a mild arousal being so close to a male presence. She also knew that she needed Akira to help her survive in this new country. Yumiko had enough troubles living on her own in Tokyo, let alone in the middle of a foreign country. As such, she felt indebted to Akira, and would give him pretty much whatever he wanted in return for her sanity. Akira took his mother's lack of a negative reaction as enough of an encouragement that he decided to pull her more tightly against himself. Yumiko came willingly, not resisting her son at all, which only encouraged him to go further with his fantasy. He stroked his mother's back gently, pulling her yet more firmly against his own body. Yumiko mewled in pleasure, uncaring of who it was that was making her feel that way. Akira moved one of his hands from his mother's back up and around to her chin. He used that hand to tenderly lift her face so that he could look her in the eye. When Akira saw no negative emotions in her expression, he leaned in. As soon as their lips touched, Yumiko's eyes closed, and she brought her own arm around her son and caressed his back, as he was doing to hers. Their lips moved gently against each other until Yumiko parted her lips to allow her tongue to slip out against her son's lips. It took a moment before Akira got the idea and opened his mouth, allowing her tongue entrance. Yumiko massaged his mouth and tongue with her own, gently coaxing his tongue into her own mouth so that he could do the same to her. As Akira became more aroused, he grew more bold, and he slipped his hands down onto his mother's ass. As he molded and massaged her ass cheeks with his hands, she moaned into his mouth, letting him know that he was doing something right. After a while, Akira decided to move to the next step. He left one hand fondling her ass, but he moved his other hand around and onto his mother's tit. Yumiko moaned again, encouraging Akira to stroke the flesh of her tit more firmly, and this is what he did. His fingers danced across the surface of her breast, eliciting a series of moans from his mother and exciting him even further. The pair continued to kiss for long minutes, building up to what both of them knew was coming, and both of them were looking forward to. Finally, Akira broke their kiss and rolled his mother onto her back, rolling on top of her as they went. Yumiko naturally spread her legs for him, so that he had easy access to what it was she knew he wanted. Akira lavished kisses on his mother's neck and cheeks before moving farther down her body. Soon, Akira came to her breasts. His mouth sought out and found her nipple, and he ran his lips lightly over it, causing Yumiko to moan out in pleasure. He kept up this wonderful torture as his hand massaged her free tit, sending wonderful chills throughout her body. Yumiko was soon writhing under her son, almost lost in the pleasure she was feeling. Akira, realizing that his mother was willing, and more than ready, released her nipple from his mouth and straightened up. He looked deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of displeasure or rejection, but found none. Instead, his mother smiled up at him softly, which he took as an encouragement to take the final step. Akira reached down, and positioned his dick at the entrance to his mother's pussy. Yumiko groaned slightly, and that almost caused Akira to lose control, but he took a couple of deep breaths, and managed to stave off his climax for the moment. Having himself slightly more under control, Akira began to press in. As the head of his cock slid inside his mother's cunt, Akira moaned, and Yumiko followed suit. Akira moved very slowly, so that he would not lose what little control he had too soon. Eventually, Akira was fully buried inside his mother. The couple rested together, enjoying the feel of what both of them knew was an illicit relationship. Yumiko smiled at Akira, letting him know both that it was okay, and that she was pleased with him. Akira smiled back, but his expression was slightly forced, in that he was still worried about firing too early. "Don't struggle so hard, Baby," Yumiko said. "There is always tomorrow." Akira smiled broadly at his mother, for she had just told him in no uncertain terms that they would be able to do this many times in the future. He leaned down on his elbows so that he could kiss her. As their lips touched, he began to slowly move his cock within her pussy. Yumiko moaned at the feel of him inside of her. Though it had been only a short time since the death of her husband, this was not an activity they shared often, and so she felt no regret sharing it with Akira. As Akira's tongue danced within her mouth, his dick began to move more forcefully inside of her cunt, and she was enveloped by a warm sense of joy and peace. She wrapped her arms around her son's body, drawing him down to her and allowing her breasts to press more firmly against him. Akira moaned at the feel of his mother's body. It was his first sexual experience, and he had been completely unprepared for the exquisite sensations and overwhelming emotions that would flood his mind during this experience. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and that was upsetting, because he wanted to give his mother a wonderful encounter. Yumiko sensed that her son was disconcerted, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She only hoped that future experiences would allay his worries about this first time. She was perfectly happy with what her son had given her, and she felt it was her duty to make him happy. She rippled and squeezed the muscles of her pussy, gripping his prick in velvety tightness. Akira groaned at the feelings this caused in his body. It wasn't long before Akira could not control himself, and began slamming his cock deep inside his mother. His hips were moving furiously, and he was grunting with each stroke. Yumiko's hips swiveled up to meet each of his down strokes, and she moaned in pleasure, urging her son on. Akira held out for just as long as he could, but he simply could not hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he came inside Yumiko, blasting his come deep inside of her. Yumiko let out a loud moan, and gripped her son more tightly throughout his orgasm. Akira moaned loudly as he came down from his high. Fearing he would collapse on top of his mother, he rolled to the side, reluctantly slipping from her warm cunt. Yumiko, fearing that her son would be upset about his performance, rolled toward him and took him into her arms. She kissed him repeatedly, hoping to let him know that she was in no way displeased. Akira embraced her in return, still enjoying the feel of her body, even though he couldn't yet make love to her again. "Akira, that was wonderful. It has been a long time since anyone has made me feel that good." Akira kissed his mother softly before he replied, "I just wish I could have lasted longer. I know I didn't... uh... ' bring you off '." "It wasn't important for me to enjoy myself this time. This was your first, and you did very well. I enjoyed it very much." With a warm smile on her face, Yumiko continued, "And I hope there will be a chance for you to do better in the future." "Count on it." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Hey, Mom!" Jen greeted her mother. "Well, hey, Jen! What're you doing here?" It was odd that Jennifer would visit her mother at work, but they needed some information. "Nothing much. This is our friend, Akira. He's from Japan." "Hello, Mrs. Young," Akira said properly. "Hi, Akira." "Mom," Jen said, lowering her voice, "We need some info." "Jennifer..." "This is important, Mom. It's about... what makes us different." Stacy's eyes narrowed. "What do you need?" "A home address." "For who?" "Matthew Purvis. He drives a gray Chevy, if that helps." Stacy turned to her computer and did some typing. The computer took only a few seconds to spit out the information. "There's only one Matthew Purvis listed. And yes, there is a gray Chevy listed in his name. Why didn't you just try the phone book, Sweetheart?" "He's not listed." "Ah. Was that all?" She noticed that Akira had copied down the address from the screen. "Yeah, that was it. We've gotta go. I'll see you at home. Love ya." "I love you, too, Sweetheart. Say hi to Jim for me." Jen blushed as they left. ----- The group was waiting in the park when Akira and Jen arrived. Jen handed the info to Luke. "That's all you needed, right?" "Yeah. Paul, you call him, and get him out of his house." "Right. Then I've got somewhere to go." "Fine. See you later." As Paul walked off, Akira finally said, "He really doesn't fit well with the rest of you." "Paul's a pain in the ass," Claire said bluntly. No one defended him against her position. "Anyway," Luke said, getting back on track, "Lori and I will go to his house and look for pictures, and anything else he might have." "I'd better go with you," Jim said. "Why?" Lori asked, a half-second before Luke could. "Well, do *you* know how to pick a lock?" Jim asked with a smile. "Good point," Luke conceded. "Okay, so it'll be four of us. Akira, you stay in the car when we get there, as a lookout." Akira was the only one of them old enough to drive, and he had wasted no time in obtaining his driver's license. He nodded in agreement. "Let's get going." ----- The trio walked up to the empty home somewhat hesitantly. It wasn't yet dark, and they were worried about being seen. Jim stepped up to the door and rang the bell, as a matter of show, in case anyone was watching. Then he slipped his hand down onto the doorknob, concentrating on what he was doing. "What if he locked the deadbolt?" Lori whispered. "Shhh," Luke responded. Jim's mind reached into the lock and freed the tumblers. The door swung open for them. Jim looked back at Lori and smiled. "Don't *borrow* trouble, okay?" He then gestured her inside. "I'll wait here, to act as an extra set of eyes on lookout. I don't know what you're looking for, anyway." "Okay," Luke agreed. "Hopefully, this won't take too long." Luke turned to join his girlfriend, who had already made her way out of the living room and down a hallway. She flicked on lights in three rooms before she found the one she was looking for. "God, what a slob," she said in disgust. "You think we'll be able to sort through this mess?" "Well," Luke said, staring at the massive disarray of papers strewn everywhere. "Why don't we start with the filing cabinet? Maybe he does organize the important stuff." "One can hope." Luke walked over and opened the top drawer. The cabinet was full of file folders, neatly labeled. It took only seconds to find the one marked "Darlington". He pulled it out and set it on top of the desk. Lori looked over his shoulder as he opened it, and they saw a prepared article, and several pictures of her. Nodding to himself, Luke closed the folder, and prepared to leave. "Wait a minute," Lori said. "What if there are other girls in this cabinet? What if he's doing this to a lot of women?" "What do you want to do? Search the entire cabinet?" "Let's just look at a few of the files, okay?" Luke relented, and they each pulled out a file. It was immediately clear that each one was, in fact, the same type of article. "How many women has he done this to?" Lori said in frustration. "We can take these and burn them..." Luke offered. "No, that's not good enough. He could still bluff his way through it." "He's not going to be around all that long..." "No," Lori said emphatically. "We need to return this information to these women. They need to *know* it's over." Luke sighed. "That's going to be problematic, Lori." "No, it's not. We mail these back to them, with a note saying where we got it, and we simply sign it as 'from the MDSA'. That will enhance our reputation, right?" Luke had to admit that it would. "So, let's get these together, and get going." "Yes, ma'am," Luke said with a smile. Lori kissed him to ease the wound of losing the argument, as he always did. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "All right, we've checked his house, and we've taken all the files we could find that were obviously blackmail material. We're going to use some of our income to mail these back to the people. That will spread our name, and give us a reputation for helping people." "Yeah, but helping them for free," Loki objected. "Call it an introductory offer, Loki. Besides, these people didn't ask for our help. We can't very well charge them for it." "I suppose." "Okay, so, now that we're safe from this bastard, C-Squared, it's your turn. You want to be a part of the team? Then here's your challenge: Get rid of this asshole. Permanently. Preferably without killing him, okay?" Mimir added with a chuckle. "Okay," C-Squared said, a frown on his face. "You don't want much, do you?" "Too much for you, big guy?" Loki taunted. C-Squared ignored him. "Okay, if we want to get rid of him, the first step is to get rid of his job. You can't make him go away if he's still employed here." "How do you plan on doing that?" Hercules asked. "I've got an idea..." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Akira followed Jen, Claire, Jim and Luke into the main office of the *Mornington Sun*. Claire asked the receptionist where to find the classified ads office, and they moved in the indicated direction. The group burst into the office, chatting and laughing and generally making an annoyance of themselves. This did not include Akira, however, who remained quiet, and at the back of the pack. He followed the others up to a desk where a young lady was sitting. He paid particular attention to her computer. He stood behind it, out of the way, as the others clustered around the desk. "Can I help you?" the lady asked politely. "We want to place an ad," Claire gushed, overdoing it, Akira thought, but then he wasn't yet familiar with American society enough to understand what she was doing. Instead, Akira took the opportunity to look down at his feet. At least, that's what it looked like he was doing. What he was actually doing was locating the USB port on the back of the lady's computer. Once he'd found it, he bent forward, supposedly to look at her screen, but what he was really doing was plugging his connector into the available port. As the others chattered on, distracting and annoying the office workers, Akira merely leaned against the desk quietly, hiding the connector he'd plugged in. In his mind, he was traveling through the *Sun's* computer network, which was almost entirely unprotected within their LAN. He found the central server within seconds. Akira was distracted when the lady said, "Do you want to place anything in the ad?" She had obviously been talking to Akira. At least he had learned to pay attention somewhat to the world around him while he was walking through cyberspace. He almost had time to respond. "Oh, don't mind him," Claire bubbled. "He's just our driver!" She rolled her eyes theatrically, and then they carried on with the ad. Akira returned to what he was doing. He didn't have time for a whole lot, but he had just enough time to do what he needed. Seconds later, he pulled his mind back out of the network, and then he slipped his device off the computer and back into his pocket. Luke saw Akira wipe a stray hair out of his face. "And that will run for a week, right?" Luke said, letting the others know that it was time to leave. "Yes, sir. That will be $28.52." Luke paid the money, and they all walked out the door. *Step One, accomplished,* Akira thought with a smile. ----- "So now what?" Luke asked once they'd gotten back to the junkyard. They were referring to the old building as "the clubhouse", and they'd done quite a bit of work, including installing a computer and some broadband computer lines. "What I did was just to check on a couple of things, and then give us a superuser account. I didn't have the time to do anything else. Now, we can work at our own pace, since I turned off accounting on our account, and they won't be able to track us unless they are very, very good." "So? What does that get us?" Paul asked derisively. "Do you know what the fastest way to get a reporter fired is? Public opinion. The second-fastest way is to make the editors think that the reporter was trying to sneak something by them. Who here is the best writer?" "I probably am," Jim said. "We need to write up a false story, that we can put under Purvis's by-line," Akira said. "Can you write something good and juicy, but completely false? Maybe even something that comments on the editors of the paper? We want them to be so angry that he won't be able to explain the article away as 'not his'." Jim nodded. "I think I see what you're getting at. I'll give it a shot." "Then what?" Luke asked Akira. "Then we can log into their system and swap our fictitious article for his real one, or someone else's that's about the right length, if he doesn't have one in tomorrow's paper. They have already 'approved' the paper, but it won't run until midnight, just in case any last-minute breaking stories come in, I guess." "How do you know all that?" Lori asked. "I saw their schedule in the computer." "So, let's help Jim write up that article. He's not nearly heartless enough for this," Luke said with a smile. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "You expect me to believe you didn't write this? I recognize your *style*, Purvis!" the editor screamed at him. Purvis was standing before him, white as a sheet. It wasn't just a job that might be ending here; if he were accused of backstabbing his editor, it was his career that was over. No paper in the country would touch him if he was fired for this. "Sir, I didn't write it! I swear! Why would I do this to you? I've had a good career here." "That's what I asked your accomplice in the copy room. He said he didn't know anything about it, either. Problem is, he's the only one with access to the files down there. I notice you two are pretty chummy, too." "Sir, I-" Purvis stammered. "Save it. You're out of here. I'm not putting up with this shit from you, or anyone else! Do you have any idea what this makes the paper look like?" The editor picked up the paper and began reading. "The *Sun* refuses to do any real reporting, but it is clear that even their outdated editorial practices and unwaveringly poor staff can't deny this forever." The editor threw the paper down and glared at Purvis. "I've seen you write words just like those, Purvis. Don't lie to me. I want you out of here in less than an hour, or I'm calling security and having your ass thrown out. If you're lucky, I'll have them do it from the first floor, instead of the twelfth." Purvis moved out of the office, stunned. *I've just lost ten years of my life. Who the fuck did this?* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Phase One complete," Akira told the others quietly as he sat down with them. It wasn't unusual for Luke and Lori to sit together, nor was it odd for him to join them at lunch. "Yeah, I saw that this morning. Purvis got canned from the paper for yesterday's little 'slip-up'. Good work, Akira," Luke said in a whisper. "What's next for our good friend Purvis?" Lori asked, a glint of revenge in her eyes. "We've taken his job," Akira said. "Now it is time to take his freedom." "Akira my man, I like the way you think," Luke said with a smile. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Hi, guys... hey, Akira," Stacy Young greeted her guests. The kids had come down to the station again to see her. She lowered her voice and said, "Jen, I can't break the rules again for you... not this soon. You'll get me into trouble." While she was talking to Jen, she wasn't paying any attention to Akira, who had slipped behind her computer. "Not a problem, Mom. I don't need you to do anything at all. We just...uh..." Jim jumped in to save her. "I just wanted to come down to say hi. I wanted to see where you worked." Stacy gave Jim a warm smile. "That's sweet. Well, this is it. As you can see, it isn't much, just a desk and a computer terminal." A computer terminal that Akira was already rifling through in his head. "Nah, you've got one of the most important jobs here. How do the guys out there know who's a troublemaker without you in here to look it up in the system?" "Jim, Sweetheart, the guys in the field have their own computers to look stuff up. I mainly work for the detectives." "Well, that's even more important! Dealing with the really big stuff!" Jim was trying to be as cheering as he could, even though he did believe what he was telling her. Her job *was* important, and he knew it, perhaps even more than she did. It was, however, hard to make it sound like it wasn't ass-kissing. "Okay, what do you want?" she asked with a grin. "Well..." Jim said, dragging his words out. "Out with it, James." He actually flinched at that. *No one* called him James. "Another of your homemade pizzas would be nice this weekend..." he said hopefully. Jen looked at him with a horribly concealed giggle. Stacy didn't even try. "Now, after that pitch, how could anybody refuse?" she replied with a laugh. Jim smiled widely. "I knew you'd see it my way!" he said happily. He could see that Akira was nearly done. "So... Saturday, or Sunday?" "I think Sunday. I wouldn't want to interrupt your normal dating schedule," she replied with a wink. Jim blushed, and Jen squeezed his arm warmly. "Thanks. My girlfriend will appreciate your consideration, I'm sure," Jim said, as if he wasn't talking about Jen. Jen elbowed him, and he grabbed at her. They ended up in a hug, and then they kissed quickly. Stacy turned her head so they wouldn't see the smile, and the look of envy, on her face. Akira finally finished up, and disconnected before looking at his watch. "Oh, wow. Guys, we need to get going if we're going to make it before the show." "Yeah, okay. Mom, I'm going over to Jim's, if that's okay. Laura can drive me home." "Be home by ten, Honey." "Sure thing, Mom. Later." She gave her mother a kiss, and then the trio left the police station. Akira gave them a thumbs-up, but said nothing about what he'd done. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Yes, can I help you officers?" "Walter Willis, you're under arrest." "Who?" Matthew Purvis replied in confusion. His hands were roughly pulled behind his back, and cuffed. "What's the charge?" he screamed, forgetting in his panic that they had addressed him as someone else. "How's jail breaking grab you for a start? Then there's the stuff you're already convicted of, such as murder. Now use your right to remain silent, will ya?" Purvis was stunned. He had no idea what these people were talking about. "Look, my name is Matthew Purvis. I can prove it! I have ID in my back pocket!" The other officer pulled Matthew's wallet out, and opened it. "Wow, this is a pretty damned good forgery, Willis. Thanks for admitting to another crime." "I didn't forge the damn thing! I got it at the DMV!" "Really? Well, make sure to tell the detectives who your accomplice down there is. We don't want that kind of thing going unchecked," the officer said, mocking Purvis as they dragged him off to their patrol car. The neighbors were watching, saw him leave screaming his innocence. No one stepped forward to help him. ----- "Walter Willis, a convicted serial murderer, was apprehended today in Mornington. Acting on an anonymous Crime Stoppers tip, they found the man, living under the name Matthew Purvis. Willis escaped from Marion Federal Penitentiary some twelve years ago, at the age of twenty-three. Now thirty-five, Willis has been remanded to the custody of the US Marshals for return to Marion, to serve out the remainder of a life sentence, without the possibility of parole." Jim turned off the television and looked at Jen, who smiled at him before giving him a warm kiss. The two hugged there on the couch, and Jen scrunched herself against her boyfriend. "Well, that's that, right?" she asked. "No. Akira has one more step planned, but I'm not sure what it is." "Wow. He really wants to prove he's one of us to Paul and Luke." She looked at Jim a little crossly. "Is he proving himself to you?" "Baby," he said gently, "He never had anything to prove to me. You trust him, and that was good enough." She hugged her boyfriend again, knowing that he didn't say things *just* to make her feel better. If he said it, he meant it. That was one of the reasons she loved him. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "How in the world did you get him arrested?" Lori wanted to know. "Really, I didn't," Akira answered. "When I was in the police computer system, I changed his picture and fingerprints, which were already in the computer, with the name of someone already wanted for a long time. Then Luke called the police and told them where to find him." "But you weren't in the computer all that long," Jim objected. "It did not take long; the police computer is very well organized." "Works for me," Luke said. "So, that's that?" "No," Akira said, shaking his head. "If we leave it, they will figure it out." "What else can we do?" Jen asked. "We must make Matthew Purvis disappear now. Right now, he is in jail, but his identity still exists. We must make his identity go away." "How the fuck do you plan on doing that?" Paul scoffed. "I need to get into the hospital computer system," Akira answered. Paul smiled wickedly at him. "So, you need my help after all. I'm sure Wanda can help us with that." "Good," Akira said, nodding. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Hey, Sweetie," Wanda said quietly when she saw Paul come into the office. "I didn't know you had an appointment today." Paul glanced around only perfunctorily before kissing her, right there in the lobby. "I don't," he replied, afterward. "Did you come all the way up here just to kiss me?" she said with an impish grin. "Well..." he said with a smile. She giggled. "What do you need?" Paul motioned to Akira. "This is Akira. He's... a friend." The pause did not go unnoticed by either of the other two. "He needs access to the hospital computer. Of course, while he's busy, we could..." "Okay, okay... you didn't *have* to bribe me. But since you offered... Akira, the computer's right there. Have fun. I know I will!" she said, leading Paul off to an exam room. Akira shook his head as he plugged into the computer system. He could have simply used the keyboard, but this way no one would realize he was actually using the computer. He leaned against the wall, not even looking at the computer. In his head, he was already inside the system. He found the portion of the network devoted to the medical examiner's office. In a matter of a few minutes, he had filed, and pre-dated, a certificate of death for one Matthew J. Purvis, deceased. This would show that Purvis had died a year ago, thus removing the link between him and Walter Willis entirely. Now, if Purvis tried to declare his innocence, the police would see that he was claiming to be a dead man. Matthew Purvis no longer existed. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "What the fuck are you talking about?" Purvis screamed. "Look, Mr. Willis, this charade isn't going to get you anything," the court-appointed attorney said calmly. "My name," Purvis seethed, "is Matthew John Purvis." "Sir, according to the hall of records, the man named Matthew Purvis, with the social security number and driver's license number you gave me, died over a year ago. Sir, if you're going to continue to lie to me, there's no reason for me to be here. I'm sorry, but the case against you, Mr. Willis, is completely unbreakable. Your appeals have already been strung out. Escaping from prison didn't help any, and hiding successfully for twelve years only makes the DA look like an idiot. They're in no mood to be lenient with you." "I am not Walter Willis!" the man screamed. The lawyer sighed. "I don't think we have anything more to talk about. Guard!" The lawyer left, and the man stared down at the table in shock. "All right, Willis, let's go." It took a long moment, but Willis finally stood, and turned to follow the guard. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Good work, Akira!" Lori enthused. "Damn, man, even I didn't think you could pull *that* off!" Luke said. "Yeah, you did okay, I guess," Paul admitted, with no enthusiasm whatsoever. Jim walked over to him, because someone needed to make it 'official'. He stuck out his hand. "Welcome to the team." ----- "I'm home, Mom!" Akira called out. Yumiko came out of the kitchen to greet her son. She embraced him warmly, and they kissed passionately for some moments. Finally, she broke the kiss, and said, "How was your day?" "Oh, it had its interesting moments," he said. "I kind of joined a club today." "That's good, Akira. I'm glad you're making new friends here." "Yeah. What's for dinner?" ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...