"I... I can't... I can't find any word for what I have just heard!" shouted Graviton slamming his open hand over the desk in the communication center of the Strikeforce satellite. "You behave just like we have found Merlin did! Coercing them into helping us in that way! And who made you leader? Who said you can take decisions like that on your own?"
Hero's expression hardened, and then suddenly mellowed up. "It was a decision of the moment. I saw how hostile toward us they were, and we need their help... you know that. Plus, the Strikeforce as an institution has a lot to be forgiven by then, but if they don't meet us, they would never trust us, even if we clear up their name with the UN as of now. And in any case, I will take all the blame for that."
Graviton's eyebrows raised up, in a surprised face. "I didn't think that... but still, I am sure it would be better to cease the tricks and the blackmailing..."
Hero frowned. "There is more... among Merlin's files there is nothing about my brother and the Vanguardian with the skull face" lied the young powerhouse. "That man is still wanted by the International Court for what he did to my brother... or, better, for what Merlin showed the world of what he supposedly did. It's a fact that deserves to be investigated... after all, it could be just another lie."
"We can't give them temporary freedom, and then apprehend him once he set foot here, Brandon! What kind of behaviour would be that?" said Graviton, horrorified by the line of though of Hero.
The New Zealander Strikeforcer raised the open hands. "No, no, what do you think? I was simply talking of working next to him, and asking him and the others that should have been present there... like that Baxter... I want to hear their version of the facts... after all, we know just what Merlin said to us."
Graviton shook his head. "And obviously you want to be the one that will investigate... you, the brother of the first Hero, believe to have the unpartial vision to judge his supposed killer? I don't think it would be wise, son, to let you work near those metas..."
BLAM!
It was the open hand of hero to slam over the desk, this time. And, this time, the desk broke, the two halves going to opposite side of the room.
The young superhero raised his index finger just under the nose of the German size-altering professor. "Don't even think to keep me far from those freaks, August! One of them maybe killed my brother, and I want to know!"
Graviton looked dismayed at Hero, which was leaving the room. "How that man had changed in the last months?" wondered Von Braun, remembering the shy young when he first arrived on the satellite more than half a year before.
Hero turned, just before crossing the door. "It's time! Call those Vanguardians and beam them up!"
