Warning and disclaimer in Chapter 1


        Claire parked down the street from Chrysalis' new address; under the front of the Taurus Corporation.

        Alex pulled up behind them. Arnaud cringed in the backseat when he saw Rubyn.

        Darien rolled his eyes at the sign. "First Cerebus, now Taurus? I guess next time we'll have to look for the Scorpio corporation."

        Alex sighed, checking her watch. "Okay, we don't have much time. Here's the plan. Rubyn, you and Lucien make a diversion from behind. Darien, you will make your way in the front with Claire and I. You'll be invisible, of course."

        Darien held his arm out. Two segments remained. "I'm not using the gland, Claire."

        Claire sighed. "You have to, Darien. Just to get inside. I swear, we will have counteragent ready for you immediately. You have to trust me."

        Darien sighed. "Okay. Okay, fine."

        Claire said, "Okay, Rubyn and Lucien. Head off to..." She looked around. "Where did they go?"

        Darien shook his head. "Never mind, they're in place."

        Alex frowned. "If they can... just... ZOOM places like that, why don't we just... ZOOM them in to grab Hobbes and have them zoom back out?"

        "We don't know where he is in the building," Darien explained. "They could zoom into Stark's office, for all we know. Let's get this over with."


        Eberts entered the Official's office. The fat man looked up from adjusting his suit and muttered, "What?

        Weren't you at the Keeper's house?"

        "I was, sir. Unfortunately, I found nothing of interest."

        The Official groaned and opened a drawer, fishing for something inside. "Eberts, uh... have you seen a... a little brown bottle?"

        "Yes sir, you told me to throw it out."

        The Official cursed quietly and pulled himself up, using the desk to make his way to the cabinet.

        "Sir? Are you ill?"

        The Official opened his mouth to speak, then coughed and fell to his knees. Eberts rushed over, grabbing the phone. "Call an ambulance! The Official just collapsed!"


        Hillary hung up the payphone and said, "We're in luck. I asked the police to be on the lookout for any and all license plates associated with Fawkes. We got a call that one of the cars was spotted carrying four people. One of them was Fawkes."

        Amy smiled. "Well, what're we waitin' for? Where were they going?"

        "Taurus Corporation," she told the cabby. "Step on it!"



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