The sound of a buzzer cuts the silence that has filled the air between Doctor Quantos and Edulcore Cicciotto.

"Henry, I require your assistance for one moment."

"If you would excuse me for a moment Mr. Cicciotto."

Doctor Quantos exits, locking the door behind him. He walks down a long hallway before reaching the office of his boss. After entering, he sits at a computer, the figure of a woman can be seen in the shadows only feet away from him. On the computer screen is Agent Turner of the MCCA, of America.

"Ms. X, as I was saying earlier, your interference in the current state of events will be noted and recorded. This could very well be concidered an 'Act of War' against the United States."

The woman whispers to Doctor Quantos, "I want to know exact location of transmission."

She then presses a button on the control pannel and speaks, "Agent Turner, there seems to be a misunderstanding..."


* * *

Nearby, Edulcore sits alone in the steel room trying to figure out just what is happening. He looks at pictures of a younger version of himself, his 'son' in a way. Alpha Class? Can it be true?

A blue light materializes only feet from him, a hologram of a man, dressed in a sleak black suit with tinted black sunglasses.

"Mr Edulcore Cicciotto. My time here is short, so I will get straight to the point. I am Agent Turner of the MCCA. Malvan-X is only telling you what 'they' want you to know, half truths at best. They can't be trusted."

"Really? Well, then why are you AFTER me?!?"

"You need help, ASAP. You are of Alpha Class and growing even more powerful by the day. Mr Cicciotto, I am sorry to be the one to inform you of this, but you are a walking time bomb. If you do not receieve help with in 24 to 48 hours, your body could have a chemical reaction, one powerful enough to take out a small country. You. Would also be killed."

"What? No. It not be possible."

"We are afraid that Malvan-X and the Mandelovia Security Corp are planning to use you in a terrorist strike over America's Scientific District located out West, just outside Navada. The strike. Would. Kill. Millions. I am. Sorry. We. Are. Losing. Signal. I will. Contact. You. In. Two. . . . . . .

With a small buzzing sound, the hologram was gone. Edulcore Cicciotto was once again alone. Now, he began to wonder, if this place was so "open" for him to leave when he pleases, than just why was the door locked? Could Agent Turner be telling the truth?

* * *

Near-by, the transmission between "Agent Turner" and Ms. X had just ended.

"No exact location, sorry. Somewhere in Washington DC I believe. Also, the transmission was not Live. A recording."

"Thank you doctor, now back to our 'patient' before he decides to run off."