Back at the underground base...
"I can't believe that you left him!?"
"We had no choice; he told us to leave." Strike countered.
"I don't care if he did, we need him here."
"That wasn't part of the agenda!" I argued.
While we were roiting about whose fault it was, the rubble that use to be McBain Labs began to shift. An average size individual emerged from the rubble. Without looking around where it was, it dashed into the shadows of an alley.
"I'm going back!" I concluded. "And this time, I'm going alone. I don't care what happens, I need to see if he survived so we would stop arguing over whose fault this is."
"You can't get back in there. And even if you do get in, they wouldn't let you near the accident site." Panthra added.
"I have ways to do the impossible. I got here without alerting the Galactic Police."
"I've been wondering how you managed to do that! How did you get past us?" Strike pondered.
"I'll show you!" I pressed a button on my watch, I disappeared and reappeared at the other end of the room. "I can teleport and change my physical apppreance at will - or should I say, by use of my watch. I've been using it since I became a protector. I can go anywhere, as long as I had visited the place I'm going at least once. I'll return as soon as I can." I pressed a different button and became a panther. Then I teleported to the scene to examine the damage.
At the scene, an officer came up and asked for my identification. I showed him a false I.D. that gave me the authority to do this. He allowed me to countinue my work. Under a scrap of metal, I noticed the hugh body of Dr. Paul McBain.
"We need a medical unit down here A.S.A.P!" I ordered the officer that was checking another person's I.D.
Over in the shadows of the alley, I was being watched by a mysterious character. With a soft growl, he ducked back into the alley. I saw the character ducking back into the alley; I quickly followed. As soon I disappeared from sight, the character leaped at me; pinning me to the very hard and cold concrete.
"Don't try anything rash, or you'll get it!" he threaten, raising a dagger over his head. "What are you doing here? What is your purpose for being here?"
"I'm seeing if Dr. Tor Armstrong managed to escape the inferno." I answered.
"He's fine, he's only surrering from minor and major burns." The mysterious character reasurred. "I heard that my brother, Strike, was here."
"He was! But he left the building shorting before burning."
"How would you know?"
"I was with him when the fight begun."
"Fight!? Inside the labs!?"
"It was between Tor and Paul. It was the reason why the labs burned to the ground. Tor told me that there might be a way to cure the people whom used the McBain Project to enhance their strength. Too bad that he doesn't know where the cure disappeared to. But the Compressor offered some help, at least you don't need a whole new woredrobe - at times."
"Can you take me to my brother?"
"Sure. Hang on to me."
"Why?" Strike's brother wondered.
"I'm going to teleport there. I didn't bring a car with me this time."
"No, but I did."
"Well, in that case, let's roll!"
Strike's brother ran to his car, I was shortly behind. Once inside the roomy car, he told me his name - Ty. I gave Ty my name, so that I wouldn't be a mystery to him. We left the base without delay; the crossing arm still had the hole running through it. I gave a short chuckle about that; Ty paid no attention to my reaction. I instructed him on how to get to my underground base.
Half an hour later, the titanium door that led to the base slid open. Ty was amazed by how enormous the base was, even though he hasn't even begin to see the base. As we neared the end of the tunnel, a crowd gather on the ladder deck that led to the tunnel. Ty brung his car to a slow stop in front of the wall. The engine was turned off as Ty and myself climbed out the car doors.
Strike climbed down the ladder to welcome his brother to my base. Ty pushed his brother away. "Why did you do it?"
"Do what?" Strike asked.
"The McBain Project. Why did you use it. It's not worth it."
"I know that now, but I'm afraid it's too late for that now. I've been made into a behemonth and behemonth I shall remain."
"That's not true. My people have Tor in our fasilities, being treated for minor and severe burns. We can still cure you."
"You don't get it. I wanted to become this. I'm not letting anyone take that away from me."
"If you not want to then you don't have to. But we still need to find the antidote so that others will be alright and go on living. You have to remember, there are many that don't want to be so strong and we owe it to them to have a chance to be they way they use to be."
"I'm sorry, Chester," Strike appologized. "I was being selfish. I wasn't looking out for any one else, but myself."
"We'll have to work on that, plus many more. I, too, can be quite selfish with my belongings, but not anymore. Ty I want you and your crew to join us in dementional stability and to put an end to the McBain Project once and for all."
"You got a deal," Ty agreed. "First thing tomorrow, I'll take you to me base of operations and have you meet my crew."
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