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"Well, I assume..." Tara began as she scraped the bacon onto a dish.

only to be interrupted by a harsh rap on the door. Tara closed her eyes for a moment before she said, "It's them, they have small ivory figures I gave them so I could sense them."

Tara used one hand to tied up her hair with a band as she motion for Chamberlain to answer the door.

Liz sniffed the air and said, "And I take it my mother is cooking? She always had a thing for french toast."

Zack smiled and said, "Yes, we came to talk about some people that came from here yesterday night riding in a car that originated from here. We tried to get some answers out of them about the current mountain situation that this town currently is under but although they pointed us in the direction of some answers, they thoroughly evades us in general."

Tara finished cooking and made her way to the table, her plates stack with enough foot that it was evident that she had planned for more than two people.

"So, do you have any idea what roles those clowns had in that brawl that brought down the sky scrapper? Because it seems no one does but them and they aren't talking," Liz said as she sat down at the same time Zack did.

"It seems to me that people haven't placed the giant floating mountain as high on their threat and to do lists as it should be around here," she continued as Tara and Chamberlain also sat.

"I suppose you're right," Liz said with a slight huff. "Elizabeth Illias," Liz said as she shook his hand quickly. Zack could not reach Chamberlain's hand but gave him a nod as he said, "Zack Ryder, a pleasure."

"Elizabeth, do you remember the stories that told you about your father?" Tara said slowly.

"The few you've shared," Liz said. There was a slight hint of bitterness in her comment, but it was far outweighed by the sound of eagerness.

"Well, Chamberlain...he knew you father before I did it turns out, for quite a few years actually. With that Tara levitated the wooded picture frame from where it laid from the night before and let it sit in Liz's lap.

Liz stared at it for a moment before she said, "Get...out!" and repeated the statement once more. "What was he like?" She said quickly after that to Chamberlain.

Tara gave a small smile as she motioned for Zack to follow her away from the table. This conversation she knew needed to be alone.

Liz smirked, but you could tell from her eyes that she appreciated what Chamberlain had said. "I can't wait to tell Alex, he's wondered even more about father. I'm not sure why, I think it's because of the whole father son thing. I at least had that female role model growing up. I hope once this is resolved he can make his way here...."

"So what exactly did you and my father do? What did he mentor you in?"

Meanwhile In the Bowels of Purgatory Reaper worked diligently in his Supply Closet:

So damn hot in here! I can't believe the s**t I do for these people, he's not gonna like it, he doesn't like anything he never likes anything. His sister seriously buys his clothes? Reaper's mind raced as he applied the final touches to Danny's hopeful costume. He was filling its insides with Tri-weave Kevlar body armor. Its creases had all been lined with an unknown material. Reaper held up a magnifying eyepiece and stuck a pencil in his mouth. "Damn, I kinda wanna wear this. Its damn good craftsmanship." he peered at each stitch on it on by one, his eye for certain details was unmatched.

Beside Reaper was a table covered with powders, wires, strange mechanical devices and a strange ticking noise not coming from the clock that had died hours ago. The room gave a certain death trap quality that the rest of purgatory had lacked. Its walls laced with knives, body armor, grenades, heavy and small arms. If a large man and his partner in the dead of night could steal it, it was in there.

“Victor you glorious b*****d.” He laughed as he raised the top of the suit up to the lights. “If mine looked like this as a kid I might not have had to put up with so much s**t all the time from villains and rival a-holes.” He chuckled to himself his voice sounded like ground gravel pouring through a drain, well worst than usual. “ Time I get my self a drink at the bar. ********? What time is it?” He spotted the clock’s still face. And rushed to change in to a Victor Elliot morning suit. Pacing around in Purgatory he looked for more clothes sadly he did not keep Deputy Mayor outfits in his hide out. “That’s what I’m talking about we don’t have our s**t together!” He punched a pipe on one of the walls and spotted his overcoat. “Sweet, gotta get this b***h on a roll, this city doesn’t clean itself Victor!” He raced up the stairs his coat flapping showing his scared body in nothing but Batman boxers. His thoughts were only of getting some clothes on so he could get to the breakfast bar in the main lobby.

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Hotel Le Grande Upper levels:

“Damnit! The hot water went out again! How is a girl supposed to get clean if the hot water keeps going out!” Carol screamed in the bridal suite her hair still soapy. She threw on a hotel robe its smooth and expensive feel eased her mood. “ Laura…Laura I’m gonna get breakfast! Laura!…. You’ll get nothing then.” Laura slept fast through her troubles. Carol dunked her head into a sink of cold water to remove what little soap was left. She desperately tried to dry it as she exited the suite.

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Le Grande Bar:

Soul sat still at the bar long pass last call savoring his drink, the bartender had tried to get them out before but has had several other thoughts on that query. Soul’s size was nothing to joke about he dwarfed the new guy behind the counter even seated upon his stool. He gazed down at him then out of one of the windows, he spotted a man in an all white suit. “Say Rick, you think we’re gonna stop that mountain from falling down on us? Have we ever really handled something of that size? I mean seriously it seems a bit large for a bunch of Regs. – No offense- to take down.” He sipped his booze and sighed, “Ol Vic doesn’t talk about things as much as he should so I don’t know anything about you man, I know as much as both of you let on. Just where did you come from kid?” Soul laughed looking over to his drinking buddy, “ How is it Vic was ok teaming up with a Meta? He hates powers.”

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The alley way across from Le Grande:

“King to the brothers three repeat conformation on location.” Christian spoke softly his words to his liaisons. “Confirm location of… The Agent of Death.” He rolled his eyes and sighed the code words they used were always to over dramatic.

“Affirmative King, location of Agent of Death and his pawns are the same. The Snow Queen’s path lead to a similar drop of area as the Agent of Death’s before we wore forced to eliminate tracking capabilities.” Ray replied into a small microphone on his lapel. The Three brothers had relocated themselves this time to a safe house Reggie had the courage to ask for a bigger office space from G.O.D. “ I have to warn you that when you enter you will be on your own King, and be advised The Agent of Death will recognize you. You will be giving away your secret identity to him. I offered you a mask.”

“Poppa bear if you ever place that sweaty gym sock next to my face again I’ll make you regret it. Poppa- oh for ******** sake guys I’m going in maintain radio silence and follow protocol.” Christian walked across the street from the alley and entered the Le Grande with his mission still ringing in his ears mostly because Ray wouldn’t stop repeating himself. He gritted his teeth and static was heard inside the safe house.

“I think he accidentally bit the tooth radio.” Ronnie rolled his chair to another station to confirm his assumption.

“Ronnie you idiot he crushed it because he hates hearing orders in his head being repeated like he’s a five year old…” Reggie glared at Ray.

"Magic?" Liz said as she leaned forward and raised on eyebrow. She was quiet for a good dozen seconds before she proclaimed, "I knew it! I knew there was something special about dad. The way mom dodged questions made me start thinking about it. Plus it always seemed like she told us he was normal because she wanted a good example that we could lead normal joe-schmo lives if we wanted. And it explains Alex's mutation perfectly.

"So, tussle with any bad guys with my father?" Liz said with a glint in her eye.

Ricky laughed. "To tell you the truth Soul I'm not a meta. It's a disease. I can control my body temp sure, but eventually it'll kill me. Doc said so." He took another swig of whiskey. "So I'm tryin to live as much as possible before then."