Thriller The Crossing

LEGO
Streets, Washington D.C.

Looking at the cutter once more, he thought about what Kyle just said.

A darker, creepier, older version of himself? Was this possible? If so what had happened between now and this terrible future?

But Kyle was right and they had to go. "Right. C'mon." Sebastian turned and they found the small hotel pretty quickly. Sebastian put the money on the table, booked a room and made a signature. Miles name of course. He did speak as little as possible to not give away his German accent. A few minutes later they had a small, clean room. Two beds. A TV and a minibar. He took a thin American beer from the minibar and sat on one of the chairs nearby.

"They should not have my name by now. My identity is pretty well hidden. Not well enough, but enough for a few more hours." He sighed. "Get some sleep if you can. I will go and get money and some stuff to dye hair from a 24/7. And tomorrow we talk to this Elena. Maybe she has some insight."

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Kyle
Hotel, Washington D.C.

"Right. C'mon." Sebastian turned down another street, and Kyle followed. He gave one last look at the cutter, and then quickly turned away. Silently, he followed Sebastian to a small hotel. It looked decent. Kyle for the most
part, just tried to look normal, and even managed a bit of a smile.

Sebastian didnt waste any time. He drew out some cash, and quickly booked a room. A few moments later, they had a room. At least it was clean. Two beds. Kyle dropped his bag near one bed, and flopped down on it. Sebastian went for the minibar.

"They should not have my name by now. My identity is pretty well hidden. Not well enough, but enough for a few more hours." Kyle shrugged his shoulders. He had no clue. Nothing made sense at the moment. Sebastian made
a sound. "Get some sleep if you can. I will go and get money and some stuff to dye hair from a 24/7. And tomorrow we talk to this Elena. Maybe she has some insight."

That meant he would have to leave Kyle alone. Kyle tried to not think about it. Yeah, right. Like THAT was going to happen. Kyle laid on his stomach, his mind reeling from what had happened so far. Was there another version of Sebastian trying to warn Kyle..about himself?

Or something he had done? Was going to do? Sebastian survives, obviously. But what was so important, that folks would decided they needed to die? Would they do something horrible? Or someone dosent want them to do
something?

"Sebastian? Do you think they could be after us, because of something that they think we are going to do?" Kyle asked, as he turned his head to look at the man. "Im beginning to think its time to visit another country." Kyle
shrugged his shoulders again. "But I bet they will be looking there, too." Kyle didnt finish the rest of his thought. Kyle wasnt really sure what side the 'other' Sebastian was on. They needed more information. Right now, they
were on the short end of the stick. Kyle rubbed his face, as he looked away. He really wanted to go to sleep. But he wasnt sleeping till Sebastian came back from his trip. He already had far to many times of a gun pointed at him tonight. There was a small coffeepot in the room. Kyle rolled over, and trudged over to the machine, to make a pot of coffee. And then he turned on the tv. Maybe, listing to something normal, would make him feel better.




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LEGO
Streets, Washington D.C.

The boy was right. Where in the world could you hide from the US Government?

Why hide?

The big question, that Sebastian had not dared yet to ask. He had to sort his thoughts. Could he permanently use this new power? If there was future him it looked as if he could and would actually even expand it's effect. Too crazy to believe. Then again, Kyle's other comment suddenly made a lot sense.

"Yes, something we do. They might hunt us because we are dangerous. I mean we are dangerous. We are ... breaking the law of physics here. Not that I am an expert."

With a sigh he checked his pockets and smiled to the boy with a nod. "See you later."

He would hurry. Also he was probably not exactly running out of time. Right? He actually never would again.

As he hit the street his mind had returned to the original question. If hiding or running was not an option, what else was? Fighting? The US Government?

What chance we have have?

Actually ... he laughed a bit, as he pulled the hood deep into his face ...

What chance would they have?

He had to test this abilities. He had to learn more about them. Because he might soon need use them a lot more.

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Kyle
Some hotel, Washington D.C.

Sebastian paused for a moment, before he responded to Kyle's comment. "Yes, something we do. They might hunt us because we are dangerous. I mean we are dangerous. We are ... breaking the law of physics here. Not that I am an expert." Kyle slowly nodded while Sebastian let out a sigh. Sebastian smiled at Kyle, giving him a nod. "See you
later." And then Kyle was alone again.

Kyle made sure that all the windows had their curtains drawn, as he dimmed the lights that he didnt need. He finished making a pot of coffee, and searched until he found a cup. He checked the lock on the door, putting out the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign. After he was done, he sat on the floor, his back to a wall, that left him being able to see the door. He wanted to sleep. Wanted to take a shower. But not until Sebastian came back. Kyle looked over to his bag. No, better not, he thought to himself, as he sipped another mouthful of the hot liquid, legs tucked underneath him. He let out a soft sigh. This was unexpected. No, this was INSANE!!! Why coudlnt he do something neat, like Sebastian? No, not only was his highly dangerous, it was uncontrolled as well. And no way did Kyle dare try to experiment. No telling what could happen. Kyle sunk his head on his knees, as he placed the cup of coffee next to him. Anything was possible. But then what? Was the older, creepy Sebastian another version of him? Or was it him, after several things happened. What did he mean by 'Im sorry for what I will do to you?' So, did Sebastian change? Does he suddenly become one of the hunters? And that other man. He told them that 'the United States of America wanted to kill him. And maybe more. Pick one. You guys have no idea who you are up against!' But... Kyle didnt have the power then. He had no clue. Not until that man tried to kill Sebastian. They knew before he did! What would have happened if Kyle had not stopped him? Would any of this have happened? Or would something else have stepped in? Kyle slapped his head. It is very confusing. Too many things. Stuff they didnt know or understand. Except there seemed to be a very large order to have him killed. Not arrested. Killed. And the way the man had pulled out the gun in the diner, it didnt seem to mater if other people were around as well. Did that mean they were willing to kill innocents, in order to get to him? That was a very scary thought.

No, better to think of what to do next. Change his look. His clothing. He had a few other things he could put on. He
didnt have much, but he had one nice set of clothing he saved for special occasions. Guess trying to save your skin qualified as one of those special occasions. Kyle looked at his a lock of his hair through his fingers. Hmmm.

Another soft sigh, as he picked up his cup, and stood up. Time for a fresh cup of coffee. Again, he would sit as he
had earlier, keeping a steady watch on the door and windows as best he could until Sebastian's return.





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Maria Liang, New York, New York

(combined with LordT, sorry couldn't post it any earlier)

Lego was off the list? Strange, as she had just identified him. Face recognition had come up with a name. Sebastian Klein. Hamburg. Germany. And he had been a match. Travelled to the US a day before LEGO had come there and then the graffiti had begun. She could not track his movement inside US. Maybe he paid in cash or used an alias. Anyway, he was in D.C. now. And he had this amazing ability. Was he that fast or had he slowed everything else down? The camera did not reveal the trick, but this man was incredibly powerful. Incredibly dangerous. Incredibly ... interesting. What could a man like this do with the right focus or the right purpose.

Maria forced herself to focus at the task at hand when the taxi arrived at the Park Hyatt. Hyatts were the same everywhere. No matter if you had one in Zürich or New York. Always big, stylish and expensive with the usual mix of Arab families, European business men, rich Americans and high class escorts hanging around there. She went straight for the reception.

"Maria Liang, I would like to have a room. No reservation." She put her credit card on the counter and looked at the young clichee night manager there. Then she gave him a smile. "Could I have one on the seventh floor? I have such find memories of the seventh."

The young man checked and smiled. "Of course. Any help with your baggage Ms. Liang?"

"Oh I don't have any. Arrives tomorrow. This was kind of a spontaneous idea."

The man nodded and probably assumed she was another high class escort. She certainly looked the part. Good. Assumptions were the best cover Adrian used to say.


Five minutes later she had her room. Just a few meters away from Elena, whose phone had not moved. She took a bath and had a Coke from the mini bar going through her files on her laptop once more. Adrian had his secrets, but so had she. Whatever these people was, killing them was only one option. She would have to find out more about them.

Nevertheless she reported to Adrian.

FOUND ELENA. ELIMINATE HER IN THE MORNING. The answer came immediately. JANE WITH YOU? Maria smirked. No trust among traitors, hm? NO. BUT I GOT THIS.

He did not yet know she had located all the victims. He did not have to know until the morning. First she wanted to talk to Elena. She set an alarm to inform her if Elena's mobile moved farther that 50 meters from her and went to bed fully clothed. Her gun next to her. She even replaced the magazine finally. Loaded one bullet into the chamber and put the safety on. She was close to answers now. It excited her. She would also have to kill the girl. That was something else exciting to her.

Thinking about the video she finally fell asleep ...

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Washington D.C., Crystal Hotel, Room 75

"Come to New York. Great Expectations Club. Tonight at midnight. We will all meet there."

The message woke Sebastian and Kyle with a vibration from the mobile. Elena was meeting them. She had not answered any calls. But now they had a meeting place. After all.

Sebastian had gotten his money from the motel and seen that a team of the CIS had build up what looked like a quarantine around the diner. A tent, plastic walls, people in yellow protective suits. Cops and men in suits everywhere. They had not given a German tourist any attention.

Then Sebastian and Kyle had dyed their hair and Sebastian had cut his short. Finally they had found some sleep in the nice and clean room. Small but not bad for 40 bucks. Now Elenas message woke them up. After all they knew where to get answers. A nightclub in New York. Considering their new found powers getting a minor inside was probably the least of their problems ...

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Washington D.C., The White House, Oval Office


"Good? Oh this is good, Kurt." Matt frowned and lead the way with quick hurried steps.

Security was upgraded with every step they took. Agents of the secret service silently and subtly floated the floors, visitor groups were complimented out and the White House went into a relative shut down. All of this needed no attention of the US President or even Matt. One nod to Agent Casper, his personal escort for today, and the appropriate protocols were initiated.

Matt lead the President back to his office, where a handsome, black haired man in his forties was waiting. Casper stayed next to the door, ever vigilant. The man stood up and gave a polite smile. The President had met him before in the meeting of the science commission. Professor Dr. John Cale.

"Mr. President, Professor Cale. Nobel prize holder and lecturer at MIT. He is an expert in ... what is it called?"

"Physics. Quantum mechanics. Divorces. Among other things. A pleasure, Mr. President." For someone with a noble prize Cale was young. A very unpolitical person as far as anybody knew he was among scientists a little celebrity. And he had the air of someone who was used to be the smartest person in the room.

Matt nodded. "He is a capacity on time, so to say. And he was asked to advise on a case that came to the authorities attention yesterday night. Something very alarming." Matt's words did not say it, but he was obviously seeing a connection to their current problem. His eyes told that. "Professor, please elaborate."

"I was this morning asked to have a look at the body of a man in a diner five minutes away from here. The man seemed to be frozen in his current state and we were unable to move him by any means. They even tried to use a truck, but with no effect. He also is impossible to penetrate by needles. Even his eyeballs are rock solid, unscientifically speaking. I have offered a theory on this strange phenomenon. I believe the man was ripped from the flow in time." The Professor said this without any indication of shock. "I especially came to that conclusion, because a colleague of mine working for the defense department ..."

"The late Professor Jared." Matt added. He did not mention that Jared was actually murdered.

" ... exactly. He asked me a few days ago about the possibility of this. Actually he had some in depth questions about the possibilities and problems of time travel. Which lead me to a question. Is the US Government experimenting with temporary manipulation? If so, Mr. President, I urge you to stop these foolish experiments. I believe they could be very, very dangerous."

Cale looked at the President and showed little concern for such a serious topic. Only cold scientific interest and his natural arrogance.

"This is going to be one crazy day." Matt sighed to his friend and Boss. "I probably prepare the national guard for Godzilla showing up any time now." Matt had spoken with a lowered voice, but the world had actually become crazy, had it?

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New York, House of Uncle Owen, The Heights

Of course her uncle had allowed her to sleep in his house and in the morning she found the desired 9mm bullets next to her bed. Hollow point ammo as he called it. Forbidden, but very effective. There was also a cup of fresh coffee and her uncle sitting in a chair next to her. Even with his leg the old man could sneak up to people like nobody else. She could see he hadn't slept all night.

"If this becomes a mole job, my friend might be able to take you of the list. You should break protocol and talk to him." He spitted out his conclusion before he even said good morning. He was obviously concerned. "No matter what you do about it, if you are on the list they will get you. Sooner or later. You need a back up plan. He can provide one."

And with that he took a sip from his cup and smiled at her. "Sometimes being the better shot does not do the trick. Sometimes it is all about the connections you have. Believe me. I know. Otherwise they would not have let me out."

It had always been a well kept family secret how her Uncle had left the business with all he knew about the dirty corners of the world. Now he had finally shared his secret. Someone high in the food chain had helped. And this person and her Uncle were still talking.

Arguably one was never out of the game, really. Certainly her Uncle wasn't to far away from the playing field.

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New York, Park Hyatt, Manhattan, New York

"Yes?" The answer when Maria knocked on the 7012 was a woman's voice asking. Elena was still there. As was her mobile.


Room 7012

Elena went to the door and looked through the spy. An Asian woman was outside. In a black suit. Possibly someone from the hotel? She looked young. Then Elena realized who this was. The Asian. The one who killed Lambs. She had seen her.

"Yes?" She asked and felt her throat tightening. Suddenly she understood, why she did not see anything anymore. Suddenly it became terrible obvious. She wanted to run, to fight ... to do anything to save herself. But she had no chance. There was no future for her. She had seen none. Tears rushed to her eyes as she realized they had found her and she was about to end. She did the only thing she could, she took out her mobile and send one last message to the only person that could now stop it all ...

Then she opened the door, without waiting an answer. "Maria, is it?" She asked with tears in her eyes and nothing but a kimono on.

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Greyhound Bus 7j23, Somewhere on the way to New York

The trip was uneventful, the bus only half filled. The US border was still half an hour away when a message arrived.

THE MAN WHO KILLS YOU IS ADRISN SIMMONS

It was obviously written in a hurry. But it was quite a profound information. Then the other phone he had now rang. Almost the same moment.

When Kawin turned on Amanda's phone he received a message from ARTHUR. It was on the mailbox. The only number in the phone if he cared to check.

The voice was speaking with a heavy British accent and the man was obviously under stress.

"This is Arthur Mulligan from the Mansfield Institute, I am the man who hired Amanda. Very sorry to hear she did not make it. But she fulfilled the mission at least. You are alive. The woman on your phone is called Elena. She knows things. We tried to find her but could not locate her so far. We believe there will be others. I am boarding a plane in an hour and come to New York. We need to talk. I need to talk. You guys ... things are complicated. Please try to do nothing radical until we have talked. The consequences of any desperate measures could be ... disastrous. I will try to contact you as soon as I have landed."

The message was two hours old. So Arthur was already on the plane. The man sounded terrified.

Mitth_Fisto



Washington D.C., Another Flat, Downtown

Simmons found it almost impossible to concentrate on the task at hand. He had another five hours until he would pick up the "Vicker" and he had to work on a plan to use it. The trick was how to use it without suffering the repercussions of his actions. That was the trick. He found a potential IS cell in New York and began building a paper trail. Usually this was something Maria did, but he could not trust her anymore. He could not trust anyone. Not with this. Everyone was disposable. Everyone was just a pawn now. And that was the problem, right?

So was he. He was a pawn of LEGO. A street artist who could travel through time. And who existed in a loop. Who played a chess game against fate. A game in which Simmons was another pawn of LEGO. It felt ... intimidating. What was the man capable of? He had to make sure when he killed them all ... this man died, too. They all had to die. For the sake of all humanity they could not be allowed to exist or humanity would never be anything else but slaves to their actions. A manipulated mass of unknowing fools, powerless against these people and their godlike powers.

The woman in Vancouver. He tried to concentrate on what would usually have been a most serious matter. Had Jared told everyone? The Brits were now only a minor concern. But he had to keep an eye on them, too. The Mansfield Institute. What was this? An asylum? A scientific research facility?

Locating his team through their phones he thought which of them he could use for this. Jane was with her uncle in New York. Maria at Park Hyatt. Moore ... Moore was at what the US Government called GROUND ZERO X, now. A diner in D.C. where he was found lying on the floor with a gun. Not even a truck had been able to move him for an inch. He was like a mountain. Impossible to move or even change. They had scientists on it, already. They would eventually figure it out, but for Simmons he was dead. Joel and Rutherford were moving. As instructed.

The Canadian. They had to get him fast. Or he would end up being impossible to kill. The Source/LEGO had been straightforward about it. He had no reason to doubt The Source on this one.

Maria should soon be able to locate them, right?

With a sigh Simmons looked at the computer screen. When this was done he had to vanish, he knew. The President would never approve of what he was about to do. He could not approve.

The Source. The President. They all used him. Simmons used them. They were all intervened. And the events unfolded. The Source had no control over them. He changed things hoping for a different outcome and yet he had admitted he had failed before. Simmons on the contrary did not know what was gonna happen, but he could guess. These people grew stronger in their abilities, more confident and at some point they would retaliate and kill the President. It had probably been a mistake to order their murder in the first place. The Source believed it to be necessary, but Simmons found it hard to trust in his sanity. Now these people had the means to hurt them. They would fight. Then they did something stupid and they ended the world. A chain of events set into motion when he and "the group" had initiated Antville based on limited and incomplete information.

He would stop them. Even though he had to do it alone. He could not trust anyone with this.

It had to be done. A necessary sacrifice for all of humanity.

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IC: Kawin Muthurangu
Canada, By Greyhound Bus 7j23

As the kilometers rolled by he had to admit that he never would of guessed that things would of ended up this way today. He half wanted to just sleep, maybe wake up and all of this be an obnoxious and quickly fading nightmare. His nerves had other plans. He couldn't sleep, he had kept looking around and at every person that boarded the bus. The question reverberating in his brain, are you him? Have you come to kill me?

Yet no one tried to kill him. The bus had left the station without incident, and had continued to travel as such. Then he began to notice an unsettling notion. He doubted very much that this bus was going to get him there on time. Which meant he had to start thinking of what else to do. Replacing the battery on the phone he pulled it up to check possibly what he could do when he got another text on it. How long it had been waiting he didn't know, but the fact that another message was notified to him shortly after on the other phone made him startle a little in his seat.

How long had both phones been waiting for his attention? Checking the phone that had saved his life twice first he found a rather odd message.

The US border was still half an hour away when a message arrived.

THE MAN WHO KILLS YOU IS ADRISN SIMMONS

It was obviously written in a hurry. Yet it might just be a good warning message for him to know. Then the other phone he had now rang again to get his attention.

When Kawin turned on Amanda's phone he received a message from ARTHUR. It was on the mailbox. Quickly checking what the number was, his way of trying to test his memory and memorize these life line numbers in case he had to ditch the phones showed him that it was a new number, the only number in the phone that he called whilst in the bathroom.

The voice was speaking with a heavy British accent and the man was obviously under stress.

"This is Arthur Mulligan from the Mansfield Institute, I am the man who hired Amanda. Very sorry to hear she did not make it. But she fulfilled the mission at least. You are alive. The woman on your phone is called Elena. She knows things. We tried to find her but could not locate her so far. We believe there will be others. I am boarding a plane in an hour and come to New York. We need to talk. I need to talk. You guys ... things are complicated. Please try to do nothing radical until we have talked. The consequences of any desperate measures could be ... disastrous. I will try to contact you as soon as I have landed."

The message was two hours old. So Arthur was already on the plane. The man sounded terrified. "Not like I have a choice." he muttered to himself as he sat in the half-filled bus. "Mansfield. Hmm." using Amanda's phone he connected to the bus' wifi and began a simple web query of Mansfield Institute. Time to figure out who the man was and who the woman was who died for him. After a little digging on that he would have to check on the name given, but with just the one he doubted he would be able to find much. The only plus side to all of this was the phone charger he had bought and the ability to at lest try to make sure neither phone would die on him now whist he was searching the web.

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Maria Liang, New York, Room 7012, Grand Hyatt Hotel

"Maria, is it?" The simple question took her of guard. How did the woman know? Well, something to find out. How had Elena known anything?

Maria raised the silenced gun and pulled the trigger, aiming at the young fashion models shoulder. Careful not to kill her.

"Yes. That is me." She sighed and entered the room. "How did you know this? How did you know any of this?"

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IC: Jane
New York, House of Uncle Owen, The Heights

Jane cracked an eye open seeing the hulking form of her Uncle sitting in a chair next to her. She was a light sleeper but, Owen could move like a ghost when he needed to. She sat up taking the cup of coffee from the nightstand next to Natalie's old bed. Taking a sip the warm and bitter liquid woke her up a little more. Black, strong, the way Owen made his coffee, it could give an elephant heart palpitations yet he had a cup every morning.

She had slept in her clothes from the night before. The thought of borrowing some of Nat's old clothes had crossed her mind until she remembered that her 'sister' was both taller and broader than her, by a noticeable margin. It seemed the she took after her father in build.

"If this becomes a mole job, my friend might be able to take you of the list. You should break protocol and talk to him." Looking him over as he spoke she noticed the bags under his eyes, the subtle weight across his shoulders that pulled them down. He hadn't slept. The way he spoke, quickly and without formality, said more than his words, he was worried, concerned about her. "No matter what you do about it, if you are on the list they will get you. Sooner or later. You need a back up plan. He can provide one."

"Thanks."

He gave a smile which she returned. "Sometimes being the better shot does not do the trick. Sometimes it is all about the connections you have. Believe me. I know. Otherwise they would not have let me out."

She looked down into the black coffee looking into her reflection. That was how he got out, he knew someone up the chain, a person with enough pull to get him crossed off the list. Ever since she was little she could trust Uncle Owen to look out for her. Even now, fully grown and dangerous, he still looked after her.

She looked at the box of 9mm bullets that were set next to the cup of coffee. Pulling the gun from underneath her pillow, even here she didn't get sloppy, she removed the magazine.

"Dum Dums," she said as she began to swap ammunition. She didn't know why hollowpoints were called that but, she liked the sound of it, reminded her of the little suckers she would get from time to time. Once she finished loading the magazine with its new deadly and illegal bullets she replaced it and snapped the slide into place. "To hell with the Hague,"

She was already killing citizens on the orders of their own government.

What was a little war crime compared to that.

Taking up her phone she sent a message to Maria,

WHERE ARE YOU, WHO'S NEXT?

She set it back on the nightstand taking another sip of coffee.

"Uncle Owen, who's this higher up, your contact. And…" she looked away feeling just a little wrong doing this, then she remembered, it was her Uncle. "Do you know anything about an Adrian Simmons? He's the one running this operation. He seems professional but, this whole mission…" Her conversation last night had thrown everything into question for her, could she trust the man leading this, could she trust anyone. Well anyone other than Owen, she could always trust him. "I just don't know…I'm going to finish this. I've got a job to do, but, if things go bad, I'd like all the information I can."

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LEGO
Motel, Washington D.C.

He had little sleep that night. His thoughts had been rushing through his head, as he realized how fundamentally his life had been changed. How fundamentally the world had changed. His ability ... Kyle's that was power. A power unknown to man until this day.

Stop time. This was opening possibilities that he had not even thought about. His nose had been bleeding. But he had not felt pain or even exhaustion. What were the limits of his power? If he believed Kyle met a future version of him, what did this mean? That he would eventually be able to travel through time?

These thoughts did not allow sleep. They simply didn't. What he could do was knots godlike. Kyle was dangerous. But he? He was very powerful now. And with this power came the limitation all power brought with it ... the limitation of the human mind. He did not allow to think certain things. But nevertheless he understood what he had to do by morning ...

Then the vibration of the mobile distracted his thoughts. He picked it up. Elena. Looking over to Kyle he sat up and yawned. He stepped over to the boy and if he had found some sleep, he would gently awake him. "New York. She wants to meet in New York. A club called Great Expectations." Holding up the mobile he showed him the mobile. Then he handed him the mobile. "You should have it." He smiled at Kyle. The boy had been brave. He had saved his life. And Sebastian knew how to return the favor.

"We should not travel together. They will only spot us easier. I suggest you take the bus to New York. I will meet you there." He sighed. But he could not take the boy with him. Not where he was going.

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Kyle (Daniel)
Washington D.C., Crystal Hotel, Room 75


Kyle was never as relieved, as when Sebastian had come back into the room. He promptly got up, and checked out the items that Sebastian brought back with him. He promptly began to work on his hair and clothing. Kyle cut his hair a bit shorter, but spiked it as well.

After they were done, Kyle finally decided to try and get a few hours sleep. But he saw the face of the man who tried to murder him, permanently frozen in time. Like the metal thing, hanging in mid air. He wasnt sure how much sleep he had gotten, before a strange noise woke him.


*BUZZZZZ*


*BUZZZZZZ*

Kyle sleepily opened an eye. The strange noise had woken him up. It took him a moment to realize it was a cell phone. Kyle rolled over as Sebastian came over to his bed.

"New York. She wants to meet in New York. A club called Great Expectations." Holding up the mobile he showed him the mobile. Kyle read the message. A club? In New York. Kyle rubbed his eyes and yawned. Sounded interesting. Then Sebastian suddenly handed him the phone.

"You should have it." Sebastian said, smiling at him. Kyle grinned, as he took the phone, looking over at it, and then back at Sebastian. His next words however, made the smile quickly disappear.

"We should not travel together. They will only spot us easier. I suggest you take the bus to New York. I will meet you there." Sebastian sighed. Kyle's eyes grew big. "But.., but how will I get in? I dont have any ID. I can try to sneak in..." Kyle looked at the message. "I guess she means New York City..." Kyle replied hesitantly. He called up
Google maps, and looked up the address. He then looked back up towards Sebastian.

"You dont think anyone will be watching the bus routes? Kyle looked over at the bed. He stuffed one of the pillows in his backpack, for other ideas. "Better hide the trash, with the hair dye. Just in case...." Kyle bit his lip. "You gonna buy the ticket, right?" he asked. Kyle was deeply frowning. He did not like this one bit. He was glad he got some
sleep, because it certainly looked like he would not be getting any more, anytime soon. He already had a few ideas. But he loathed the idea of going alone. What if something happened? If Sebastian didnt make it? If there was ... no, Kyle shook his head violently.

He had to think positively. He had lived alone before Sebastian. Well, one good thing. There should be lots of buses moving between DC and New York. Though most people flew, that was more dangerous. At least on a bus, an escape is possible. And with the blond hair, Kyle was not sure if he looked younger or older. Well, it was definitely
different. Kyle began to pack his stuff tightly into his pack. He would need money.

"I dont think this is a good idea. But once I get there, I'll hang around the area. I guess you can call me." Kyle frowned darkly, as he sat down hard on the edge of the bed. It would take roughly four and a half hours to make it there, he guessed. Kyle then squared his shoulders.

"Call me Daniel." Kyle added. If they know my face, they probably know my name. So now, Im Daniel. Daniel ...? " Kyle paused, trying to think of a good last name.




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Washington D.C., The White House, Oval Office

Prof. Cale inhaled deeply. He was unhappy with the answer. Then he nodded. "It is possible to travel through time indeed. Two years ago experiments with a large hedron collider in Swiss have resulted in proton collisions that created so-called Higgs singlet, that is theoretically capable of leaving the four dimensions of physics and travel forward and backwards in time. Data from the sub-atomar level suggest the irregularities in mass and function of proto-higlets have indeed indicated ..."

Matt raised his hand now. "Professor, we are all educated men here. But could you please explain this in a manner that a non noble prize recipient understands?"

Cale smiled and nodded then. "Some advanced physics experiments in the CERN have shown irregularities, that indicate some particles have actually moved through time. In both directions. There is no final proof, but many scientists ... among them myself ... believe that it was actually the first indicator that time travel is possible." He sighed. "Theoretically. In practice we are still at the very beginning of understanding this process and will probably never be able to solve the various problems." He looked at the President. "That was moving through time. The man I saw today was actually robbed of this ability. His mass is still there, but unable to move through time. He is frozen." Matt gave the President a long look. Cale continued. "Can it be reversed? In theory, yes. But I know of no technology that comes even close to anything like this. So I'd say he is more than dead. He ceased to exist. And to answer your second question he was an US Marschall. Moore was his name, if I recall correctly." Cale folded his hands.

"So the US Government has not manipulated time or attempted to travel through it? Well. Mr. President, someone did." Cale looked at Matt and then back. "Whoever it is, I believe this is a cause for great concern. M-theory explains how we can move through time, but I want to point out, that is does not yet provide any insight of possible side effects."

Matt raised his brow. "Like what?"

"Best case? Some kind of fall out, which might be exactly what we have seen with the man today. A partial erosion of the current time flow ... to simplify it."

"Worst case?" Matt asked and leaned forward.

Cale smiled and it was not a happy smile. "The end of time and the universe as we know it. Basically ... the end of everything."

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New York, House of Uncle Owen, The Heights

Her uncle snatched his own cup of coffee and smiled as she took the "dum-dum" bullets. Then with the mentioning of Simmons his features darkened. "I heard of him. His reputation is ... let us say he isn't that old, but he has been around for quite some time. A dangerous man, even by our standards. He is a former field operative and I have once been told that he was considered the best-of-the-best at his times. Later he surfaced again doing deep black stuff. The things nobody hears about. Sometimes not even his Boss. He has a reputation to look after his people. But he is also the kind of man who divides the world into assets and collateral. Everyone is expandable to a man like him." He sighed. "And nobody is off-limits to him."

Standing up her Uncle emptied his coffee. "My contact is an US General who has direct access to the Potus." He nodded. "He knows Simmons better than I do. Actually he told me about him. Something they did in Falludscha, back in the days of this stupid war for oil. He said that I should stay away from Simmons." He sighed. "I can set up a meeting whenever you feel like it."

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New York, Park Hyatt, Manhattan, New York

Elena was hit in the shoulder and stumbled back, gasping as she hit the floor. She showed no surprise.

"I have seen you. I have seen many things. Many possible things. I have seen you hunting them. And I have seen you fail. You have no chance and you probably do not even begin to imagine what you are up against ..."

She crawled to her bed and leaned against it. How had she found her? The question was written over her face.

"Why don't you get over with it? I know it is inevitable."

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Greyhound Bus 7j23, Somewhere on the way to New York

Mansfield Institute turned out to be not the most precise description. There was more than one. The Mansfield Institute for Advanced Mechanic Science. The Mansfield Institute for Biochemistry. The Mansfield Institute for Quantum Mechanics. The Mansfield Institute for Physics. They were scattered all over the U.K. Ireland. Scotland. England. Wales. There was one in Australia. The web-presence was kept to a minimum, but there were articles about the biggest chains of privately funded scientific think tanks and what was there purpose. The Director of the group, Sir Edward Fornby, was quoted that his institutes "have the clear cut mission statement to go where science has not yet dared to go and not take the next step, but anticipate what the next three steps of science will be and where they will take humanity."

A broad and general statement, that left the journalists as puzzled as before. There was a little more on Arthur Mulligan. A child prodigy in physics. Specialized in temporal physics. Professor with 37. MIT. CERN Project. Wrote the definitive work on particles and perception of time. Then he joined Mansfield. And he had not been on the grit for the last five years. Which was probably not that rare for scientists. A blonde, handsome man in his forties.

Amanda Pryce was a ghost. There were quite a few women with this name, but none of them seemed to be the young woman he had met.

The bus stopped at the border when he was done doing their research. Contrary to what could have been expected there was no special interest in any of the passengers, which included Kawin.

Mitth_Fisto

 

LEGO
Motel, Washington D.C.

"Once you are there, call Elena. She is supposed to help us, so she will probably get you into the club. Anyway, I think I will be there in time. After all, the time I need to get there is pretty much something I define, is it?" He sighed. The idea of leaving the boy alone felt uncomfortable. But doing nothing would lead to their death. Only a matter of time before the other side figured out how to get rid of them, really.

He took out his own mobile and booked a bus ticket online ... when he came to the name of the recipient he looked at Kyle again.

"Try Smith. Or Jackson. The more common the better." He smiled. "Nice to meet you Daniel." With that he took five thousand dollars in a hundred dollar notes out of his wallet and handed them to the boy. "You will be alright?"

He went with Jackson and send the ticket to "Daniels" new mobile.

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Maria Liang, New York, Room 7012, Grand Hyatt Hotel

Maria closed the door and pointed the gun at the girls head. She had expected more resistance. The girl almost seemed to accept her fate. Of course she did ... Maria realized her most absurd ideas might just have been right.

"We are in no hurry then, right? If it is inevitable, why don't we take our time." Maria smiled. The power felt good. She had not needed Jane to find any of them. She wouldn't need anyone to end the girl. Slowly she moved over to the girl and extended her hand. "The mobile. Please."

She waited, the gun pointed at her head. "You are kind of a clairvoyant, right? That is how you knew we would kill Lambs. So how will all this end? Will your super fast friend kill us all or do we get him first?" She nodded. "You see I am kinda beginning to understand what I am up against. What are you people? Some kind of science experiment?"

She received a message from Jane. The woman was eager to go back to work. But she was not fit for this. Maria wanted answers now. The kill was just something necessary.

WORKING ON IT.

She wrote back, never ceasing to point a gun at Elenas head.

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Kyle (Daniel Jackson)
Washington D.C., Crystal Hotel, Room 75


"I'll hang around the area. I guess you can call me." Kyle stated. But Sebastian had other ideas. "Once you are there, call Elena. She is supposed to help us, so she will probably get you into the club. Anyway, I think I will be there in time. After all, the time I need to get there is pretty much something I define, is it?"

Kyle nodded. Good point. He could use his power freely. Kyle had no wish to ever use his again. It would leave a trail a mile wide to him. He was silent as Sebastian pulled out his phone, and started tapping on it. Kyle told him to call him Daniel. As he struggled for a last name, Sebastian spoke up.

"Try Smith. Or Jackson. The more common the better." He smiled. "Nice to meet you Daniel." Kyle mulled it over. Daniel Jackson. he liked the way that sounded. He slowly nodded.

"Daniel Jackson, at your service." he told him, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Do I look older or younger? Gotta figure out how to act."

Kyle's eyes suddenly went wide as Sebastian handed him a wad of cash. All he saw was hundred dollar bills. Daniel swallowed hard. He had NEVER even SEEN that much money.

"You will be alright?"

Kyle didnt look up. He was carefully splitting up the cash, and putting it in various spots. Some in the backpack, some in his wallet, and most, well hidden in his sock and shoes, and a few other hidden spots. Hey, you didnt sleep on the streets, without learning how to hide what few possessions you wanted to keep! Without looking up at

Sebastian, Kyle simply nodded. "Sure. I been living on the streets for awhile now." Sebastian finished typing on his phone. Kyle saw the message show up on his phone. He looked at the time of departure. he then looked up at Sebastian. "Think I'll call for a cab. Dont think it would be good, to be walking the streets. Besides, I dont think they
would expect Kyle to use a cab." Daniel gave a half hearted grin. Of course he would be fine. As long as dark and creepy didnt suddenly show up again. He would catch a cab. Then, a buss. And get far away. So then they would be safe. Kyle looked down, frowning again.

Sebastian might be ditching him, after the meetup. Time to start thinking survival. First New York, and this club. If there are others like him, then they might be safer together as a group.

Or an easier target.

Either way, Kyle was sure that something big was going to happen in New York. He hoped, it was something good. Maybe he could get an ID in New York as well.


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IC: Kawin Muthurangu
Greyhound Bus 7j23, somewhere across the border

When it came to searching for answers to this crazy day he found himself sadly in a very poor position. The internet had failed him. Again. Mansfield Institute was like saying you attended a university with campus' across the globe that specialized in different things without specifying what that thing was. There was The Mansfield Institute for Advanced Mechanic Science; The Mansfield Institute for Biochemistry; The Mansfield Institute for Quantum Mechanics; The Mansfield Institute for Physics; and they were scattered all over the U.K., Ireland, Scotland, England, Wales, and even one in Australia.

Yet despite all of these far spread campus' and titles their web-presence was kept to a minimum. He only wished his own was so small. There were articles about the biggest chains of privately funded scientific think tanks and what was there purpose, but it was all so vague with what he could see of some articles. The only thing that had really stuck out to him was a quote by the Director of the group, a Sir Edward Fornby, who was quoted that his institutes "have the clear cut mission statement to go where science has not yet dared to go and not take the next step, but anticipate what the next three steps of science will be and where they will take humanity."

That left the journalists as puzzled as before, although to his mind that broad statement bore pondering. It was like the trek initiatives in his mind. Imagine what comes next and try to create that step, then look where that might take you as it continues to develop. Not to dissimilar from saying autonomous vehicles, we can make that happen, but what will that do to the future? What happens because that domino is not only tipped but becomes common place. What is harmed, what is helped. Maybe. He was really just soaking in his own mental flow at this point but it gave him a break from staring at the tiny little screen.

There was a little more on Arthur Mulligan. A child prodigy in physics. Specialized in temporal physics. Professor with 37. MIT. CERN Project. Whatever that was. 'Wrote the definitive work on particles and perception of time.' Alright, that explains that. Then he joined Mansfield. And he had not been on the grid for the last five years. Which was probably not that rare for scientists. A blonde, handsome man in his forties. So at least Kawin knew what he looked like.

Amanda Pryce was a ghost. Not only literally now most likely, but also figuratively. There were quite a few women with this name, but none of them seemed to be the young woman he had met. Luckily he already knew what she looked like to be able to dismiss all the comparisons that he found.

As the bus neared the border he finished his research and shutting down the phones he waited to see what would come of it all. Of course all that adrenaline and anxiety preparing to meet whomever his killer was ended with. . .nothing. No special interest in any of the passengers, which included Kawin.

Settling in after the boarder and when nothing seemed about to happen he decided he would see about buying some food and water first if the bus would stop at any rest stop or gas station. Possibly a hat if there was any time. Then once the bus was under way he would repower on Amanda's cell and tried one last web search, ADRISN SIMMONS. Just to see what he could find as his mind tried to fill in the gaps of all the ways the first name could be a name with the ease of a small phone keypad to write with. Needless to say he found a hobby that would likely take him hours.

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IC: Jane
New York, House of Uncle Owen, The Heights

Jane sat up in the bed sipping her coffee feeling the caffeine start to enter her system.

"I heard of him. His reputation is ... let us say he isn't that old, but he has been around for quite some time. A dangerous man, even by our standards." She quirked her head hearing her uncle describe Simmons as 'Dangerous'. It took a lot for man like her uncle to another as dangerous. Owen was to her the most dangerous person she knew, could snap your neck without you even knowing he was there. Him equating another to himself, it put her employer into a different light.

"He is a former field operative and I have once been told that he was considered the best-of-the-best at his times. Later he surfaced again doing deep black stuff. The things nobody hears about. Sometimes not even his Boss." Nodding her head she took in the additional information. So, 'Adrian' was a former field agent, best of best, not someone she could just kill, he wouldn't be that easy. Men like that, they plan for betrayal, much like she was sure her uncle did on all his missions after his 'Mole-Job'

"He has a reputation to look after his people. But he is also the kind of man who divides the world into assets and collateral. Everyone is expandable to a man like him." Jane took a deeper sip of coffee, wondering how easy it was to move between those columns, and which one she was in currently. "And nobody is off-limits to him."

The freelancer hummed slightly, she wondered if Maria knew this about him, that he could and would kill her if it furthered his ends.

Speaking of which, Jane's phone buzzed. Taking it into her hand she checked the message.

WORKING ON IT.

She grunted typing out a reply,

WORK FASTER!

This whole situation made her uncomfortable, and with what she was learning from Owen, it was only getting worse.

She looked up as he rose draining the rest of his coffee "My contact is an US General who has direct access to the Potus." He nodded. "He knows Simmons better than I do. Actually he told me about him. Something they did in Fallujah, back in the days of this stupid war for oil. He said that I should stay away from Simmons." Jane again nodded, the war in Iraq was still a little ways back but, it's effects remained. Her parents 'served', as much as people like them could, there. What chilled her more was the additional warning of staying the hell away from Simmons. This was not a man she could cross lightly, nor was he a man she could fully trust. "I can set up a meeting whenever you feel like it."

"Thanks Uncle Owen, I might need that soon." She finished her coffee setting the cup back down on the nightstand a little harder than she should have. "Looks like I'm staying for breakfast. You have anything that isn't MREs?"

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ooc: I begin with a combined post with TheSithGirly

Maria Liang, New York, Room 7012, Grand Hyatt Hotel

Elena repositioned herself as the pain hit her shoulder. She laughed at the question. "Obviously I can not see anything beyond my own life span and for the last few hours I haven't seen a thing." Tears were forcing their ways into Elena's eyes. After saving people for days with her predictions she had blindly sealed her own doom. "But you have no idea what they are capable of. Especially ..." She gasped in pain. "I do not know what we are. Or why? I have no answers. All I can tell you is that we are capable of things you probably cannot imagine!"

She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Maria. "That is why you made this list, right?"

Maria smirked. "They don't tell you who made the list or why. They just give you the list and the game is on. So no hard feelings. It really isn't personal."

Elena looked at Maria. "Death always is, is it? Or did Lambs feel very impersonal to you?"

"No he didn't."

She looked at Elena and the woman finally let go of her mobile. She was loosing blood, which made her go pale. She looked even more beautiful that way.

Maria checked the mobile. The last messages were especially interesting. Maria smiled. "Oh looks like I have an appointment tonight." She looked down to her and realized the situation. The girl was prepared to die and she was humiliating her.

"So what is this all about? The US Government got so spooked about what you guys can do they wanted to kill you?" It made little sense. Such power should be used, contained, controlled and harvested. It could open doors that were considered impossible to open until today.

"It did not help they believe one of us will end the world." Elena found the strength to smile. She was struggling now.

Maria did understand now. What she did not understand was how Adrian could keep this from her. "Who? Who of you will do that?"

"I don't know. But I could guess." Elena's voice was now thin and flat. Maria had obviously hit something.

"Guess. Please."

"Why? Why would I tell you?"

"Because I am the last person who can do something about it. And safe your friends." Maria realized both was not exactly a lie.

"Will you? Safe them?" Elena's eyes began to close. "I feel cold."

Maria nodded. "I will try."

"LEGO. He is the most powerful of them. I guess it must be him. Something is wrong with him ... he is ... hard to see. Confusing. I think there ... are two. One I can see and one who I get only glimpses of ... he is so ..."

Maria nodded. Kill LEGO. Save the rest?

"Simmons ... he will have no witnesses ..." Elena was loosing consciousness. The last words Maria had figured out already. Simmons would get rid of them. After they served their purpose. With a sigh she put the silenced gun to Elena's head. It was easier to kill a stranger. This brave girl was something entirely different. It hurt.

"I am so sorry." She sighed and pulled the trigger twice, shooting her in the head.

She stood there and watched the lifeless body collapse like a puppet whose strings were cut. It was easier then expected. But tougher than she had hoped for. Finally after a minute in silence she took out her phone.

GET THE OTHERS READY. ALL TARGETS WILL BE TONIGHT AT A CLUB CALLED GREAT EXPECTATIONS. ADRIAN DID NOT TELL US EVERYTHING. WE NEED TO DO THIS WITHOUT HIM. CANNOT TRUST HIM. CAN YOU GET US A FEW EXTRAS TO SEAL THE CLUB?

She pushed send and began to make a quick search of the room. Then she picked a little black dress from Elena's bag and left quickly, careful to leave no traces.

NEED EVERYTHING SET UP UNTIL MIDNIGHT. MIGHT BE OUR BIG CHANCE TO GET THEM ALL.

This was now her game now. The great game. This incredible power, it was nothing to waste.

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Washington D.C., 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue

The White House was a tourist attraction and tourists were everywhere. Shooting selfies with their friends and staring at the center of the US Government, the building which housed the US President. The security was very visible that day. Guards with dogs patrolled the ground. Extra police was present and cops walked the street.

But none of them cared about another German tourist outside the metal fence looking at the White House. Nobody could even guess who he was. They were not looking for him.

Tag: Fin

Washington D.C., Greyhound Bus 3f40

Kyle looked older. By any means.

The bus was on time and also a single bored policeman was patrolling the bus station he showed no special interest in the boy boarding his bus.

Kyle ... or Daniel Jackson as he called himself now ... found the full bus crowded with sleeping people. Nobody seemed especially suspicious. Nobody seemed to care too much about him. The seat next to Kyle's reserved sitting spot stayed empty when they left D.C.. At least until they had left the city. Then an afro-American man, middle aged and wearing a cheap suit sat next to him. He stayed silent for a few minutes, until he suddenly broke the silence and leaned over to Kyle.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked directly with a lowered voice.

Tag: Ktala


Washington D.C., The White House, Oval Office

Matt only nodded and began typing into his mobile, probably arranging the right people to be available as soon as this meeting ended. Professor Cale seemed not to be very impressed by his new status. He obviously understood the logic behind it and it was also obvious he approved the measures with the silent nod that was his only visible reaction.

"I am an expert on these matters, but being an expert on time and time travel is like being an expert on the stone age. You have no practical experience or first hand source. At least until now."

Then he heard the Presidents question and he smirked a bit.

"Special abilities?" Cale raised his eyebrow. "You mean like super-powers?" Prof. Cale smirked again. "Well, I am not the kind of nerd scientist who reads comics and watches people in their underwear save the world from CGI villains in cinema." He became more serious again. "But to be honest we have no idea how to travel through time. It is all theory so far. No technology has ever worked for more than the smallest particles of matter for such short periods of time that it almost did not happen. So ... I would expect a machine with a very powerful source of energy is our best bet how it is done. But obviously there was no such machine present when this US Marshall was ripped from the current flow of time. So we cannot rule out any method of time traveling. But if I imagine someone can do this instantly ... without preparation and the effort of a full blown scientific experiment of that scale ... that would be very dangerous. A disturbing idea. There would be no scientific process involved to evaluate the risk. No failsafe and no backup. I would advise to stop this person immediately." Cale stopped for a moment and then sighed, as he remembered something. "Professor Jared asked me not only about the possibility of someone from the future existing in the here and now. He also asked me if I considered it possible an ordinary man was able to achieve such a feat. I told him I would not know how. Yet, you ask me basically the same, right?"

Cale looked around and then he leaned forward. "I suggest we do not rely solely on my expertise. There are about half a dozen experts on this, of which another three are US citizens. I suggest we get those three here. They might know something and their insight might be valuable. If you agree, I would love to make these calls. This is a very serious thing. Time is a law of physics, but it also is a very vulnerable system. Every manipulation will lead to repercussions. And we do not even know what those will be."

Matt stepped out of the room without a word, obviously preparing to execute his orders. Cale remained seated, expecting permission to go to work. The President could see his last question had disturbed the man more than he wanted to show.

Tag: HanSolo29




Greyhound Bus 7j23, Somewhere on the way to New York

There were several Adrian Simmons in the world. Facebook. LinkedIn. Twitter. A weather scientist. A book seller. An eBay profile. Non seemed very likely to be the organizer of a hit on Canadian civilians.

Nothing there that identified his Hunter.

The bus stopped and the border patrol checked passports and gave tourist visas. Surprisingly enough this also happened without any further problems. Then they were on their way to New York. And something strange happened. It wasn't an event. It was just a feeling. The feeling Kawin was about to ... change. There was no better word for it. Something about New York seemed to drag him into a process that would leave him ... changed. It was the uneasy feeling of an coming rebirth. It was just a feeling, but one so powerful it became almost overwhelming with every mile they came closer.

Mitth_Fisto

 

Kyle (Daniel Jackson)
Washington D.C., Greyhound Bus 3f40

Kyle decided he looked older. Seemed that other agreed. He got to the bus station with no issues after he left Sebastian. He still didnt like this idea. But not like he had much of a choice. The station was a busy place. That was comforting in a way. Daniel found the spot to wait for the bus. Luckily, the bus was on time. The few policemen Daniel had noticed, seemed bored. That suited him just fine. Kyle bought a magazine to read for the trip.

Daniel Jackson noticed that many of the people on the bus were sleeping. Must be a long haul. Full buss. Most sleeping people. Great. he should be able to enjoy his magazine without bothering anyone. The seat next to Kyle's was empty. Cool. It gave him room to stretch out a bit. Things were great.

Once they left the DC area, Daniel felt he could let out a sigh. He snapped open his magazine, and had starting to read when an afro-American man, middle aged and wearing a cheap suit sat next to him. Daniel's tried to ignore the man, but his senses were screaming. CHEAP SUIT! Not again! To him, cheap suits meant cops...or worse. The other guy was wearing a cheap suit too. But maybe, it was just a conscience. Daniel mentally calmed himself. This guy could also be a normal pervert, just as easily. Greyhound bus, and a young man traveling by himself. Would not be hard to believe. So Daniel just continued to read his magazine. And for a few moments the guy did nothing but sit there. Then suddenly he turned, and slightly leaned over towards Daniel.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked directly with a lowered voice.

Kyle turned his head slightly, as if acknowledging the man speaking to him. He was looking to see where both hands were located. He looked the man up and down for a moment."Eh...No?" he simply stated, trying to make himself sounds as if English was not his first language. He didnt bother to lower his voice. Daniel then forced himself to look back towards his magazine. He drew his legs closer to him. Maybe this guy just didnt want
to be recognized either. Yeah right. But Kyle mentally prepared himself, he if suddenly had to leave this bus in a hurry.



Tag: LordTroepfchen

 

LEGO
White House, Washington D.C.

He had used most of his sleepless night to experiment on the power he now possessed. Now he had at least an idea how to use his power. Did it prepare him for what he was about to do? Nothing could prepare him for that. And yet he had never been more prepared.

On his way here he had googled whatever he could find on the White House. It was actually far from impossible to get inside. Half a dozen mentally disturbed men had achieved it. For someone who could stop time it should not be that much of a challenge. So he waited, like a tourist until a car passed. He watched it drive all the way up to the east entrance and just when people left ... men in suits, carrying cases ... he made time STOP.

And he began climbing the fence. He had climbed many things for his career, but he had never imagined there would be a day when he climbed into the White House.

Without any hurry he walked past the security with the dogs and made his way towards the building itself, heading to the most famous office in the world ... this was indeed surreal. Without the urgency of someone's live threatened this was too easy going, to relaxed. They would not stop him. They simply couldn't.

He realized suddenly with absolute clarity, that nobody would ever stop him.

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Approved and input by LordT

LEGO
White House, Oval Office, Washington D.C.

Doors. Guards. Even scanners were no problem when you could violate the very rules existence was build on.

Finding the Oval Office was actually more of a challenge. They did not have floor plans in the White House.

Finally he was lucky and saw a handsome man leave the office before his eyes and ... there he was. The President of the United States, Kurt Roland. The man he had protested against in flesh and blood. He slipped in and allowed the door to close before freezing time again. Only then he stepped over to the man and had a long, hard look at him. He was just a man.

Using his new trick he released the President from his state of freezing, leaving the rest of the world including his security guard frozen.

He stood right opposite of the famous presidents desk and smiled at him. Wearing still his grey hoodie and jeans and his adidas sneakers he was probably a bit out of place.

"Mr. Roland. Or shall I call you Mr. President?" He asked and waited for the man's response. "Calling guards won't help. Except the two of us nobody else is actually ... really there."

He could not help but smile as he realized how strange and disturbing this probably was for the man who had signed the death sentence for Kyle.

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