We've seen the many journeys of Neas, the Gladiator of Gallifrey, across the Infinite DC. But what about their father, Aznavorian the Tinkerer? What journeys have these men and women led in, around, and outside the lives of Neas? The incarnations of...
Urgent footsteps rang through the halls of the twentieth floor.
Derek did his best to keep in pace with the furious President and his equally furious Vice President. This wasn't a cordial visit. Apparently, an incident occurred earlier that day, in which the Vice President was physically abused...shortly before his son was killed.
The culprit of both incidents being the alien visitor.
"I'm certain this is all a misunderstanding, Mr. President," Sands reassured.
"There's no misunderstanding about what happened, Sands!" Stanson stormed. "That creature you're harboring in this building assaulted me and killed my boy! And I demand restitution!"
"Calm down, Stanson," the President ordered. "We're all on the same page here."
They were flanked by armed National Security guards – imposing men who stood over six feet tall, clad head-to-toe in black body armor. A total of nine arrived with the President and his VP on their command. It was a bit excessive to Sands – all for one feeble, little alien that Stanson was too weak against.
Arriving at the door to the living quarters of Richard and Geoffrey Chambers, Sands was forced by the President to forgo knocking and bypass the automatic lock with his executive keycard. Their unannounced entrance surprised Richard, who had been pacing around in his study while Geoffrey was at his computer. Both father and son rushed to the foyer to meet with their guests.
Richard sweated bullets, standing face-to-face with the President again. "Mr. P-President," he stammered. "H-How can I h-help you, s-sir?"
"WHERE IS IT?!" Stanson rushed at Richard, grabbing him by the lapels of his lab coat. "WHERE IS THAT MURDERER?!?!"
"Stanson! Enough! Let me handle this!" The President motioned for a couple of his guards to pry the frantic VP from Richard. Once he was able to get control over the scene, he calmly (and sternly) addressed Richard, "Where is the alien, son?"
"I'm right here," a voice called from the kitchen.
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All the men turned to see Miya emerge. There was a heavy scowl on her face as she surveyed Sands, Stanson, the President, and the National Security guards. Her eyes were red from crying for several minutes.
"There you are!" Stanson struggled under the restraint of the guards. "You killed my son, you monster!"
Miya merely scoffed at the accusation, stuffing her balled-up fists into her pockets.
"Last warning, Stanson – compose yourself!" The President demanded. He then switched his attention over to Miya, showing more self-control than his VP. "I've tried to be patient with your presence on our planet, but your actions have left me with no other choice. You are hereby an extraterrestrial threat and will be terminated immediately."
