"Glover, Peter. He seems to be acting somewhat normal. He has over ridden the pre-set of being followed and stalked. In fact, the pre-set black widow' Madame killer is buying him drinks. Catering to his every need."
"He is the luckiest man on the planet, I knew him well"
"What?" Reynolds asked, curious as to why all detailed files on Pete Glover and his powers seem to have been deleted sometime ago.
"Nothing important" the boss said. Then his brain drifted back to another time. Pete Glover is standing over two bodies, both men dead. The little guy is furious, his hands shaking, two people he obviously cared much for are dead. A shock of electricity went through Glover's body and emotions overtook him. A hand grabs into his head, knocking him out. A tall figure looms over his fallen body, stabs a syringe into a pulsating vein in his arm, taking out blood. A few moments later, the man injects the blood into his own body. Glover is tossed off a building, the one death that not even luck can stop, hundreds of feet of free falling, hard pavement below. The man snaps back into reality and speaks, "Return Glover to his cell."
"Ok, sir. Hearn is the only one left."
"Danny boy. How has his reaction been."
"He was unconcious for a good portion, but than woke up, feeling very misplaced and freaked out. The Sim worked fine; he was scared of everyone and everything. I would say that he failed miserably."
"I see. Return him to his cell, shut down the program."
"Sir? I mean no offense, but what was the point of this? Shouldn't they be slowly taught both our time and trained accordingly to their power levels?"
"Jonathan m'boy, when you live as long as I do, you learn the true meaning to everything. Sometimes, some rules have to be broken. Now, take a break, you deserve it."
"A break, but-"
"No buts, just take some time off."
"Yes Sir-"
Reynolds left, leaving his boss alone in the main control room. He pulled out a small 3-dimensional disk, and entered it into the hard drive. Words appeared all around him.
"Scan subject Hearn and download all files into subconscious."
Fin.
"Excellent. Return memories to subjects."
Fin.
"Deactivate Chips"
Fin.
"Release Cell Doors."
Command: Cell Door Release . . . Fin.
The boss smiled to himself, not noticing Reynolds ducked behind a booth. The boss presses a button on his belt and slowly disappears into thin air.
He slowly reappears in his office, a huge oval shaped room, decorated with pictures, mainly traditional art. He walks over the Seal of the United States of America which is proudly represented within the floor's carpet and sits at his desk. He smiles knowing that everything is going as he planned.
On his desk, a small American flag, and a name plate, Dr. Charles Elias Walker - President of the United States of America
