The Sentinel of Earth.

This belong to you ?

Gafter's headquarters rested in the heart of the industrial area of Millennium city. It was also the zone for the meta-human outbreak. Since that time, just about all the factories had packed up,  shut down, and moved away. Grafter's small warehouse turned headquarters/command center, was the only operating and fully functional building structure in that area. It was totally secured from an unwanted guest, which was perfect for him. He sat at his computer monitors watching the Sentinel approaching his missile. He couldn't wait to see the expression on his face once his target was in firing range. "That's it, Drake, keep coming." He said, watching anxiously, like a little kid watching a Saturday morning cartoon. He saw that Drake had come face to face with the missile now. Once it began to fire, Dexter took off into the air with the missile following close behind.

Dexter did everything he could do to outmaneuver the missile. He banked left, and so did the missile. He banked right, and so did the missile. He sped up his flight speed, and the missile matched him. He wasn't worried about the missile making impact with him, he was more concerned with the missile making impact over the city. As far he knew, there was nothing man-made that could penetrate his suits invisible force field, but why chance it.

He finally decided to get the missile over the deepest part of Lake Michigan, that way, once it made its impact, no one would be in danger. The one thing that puzzled him and kept racing through his mind was, who would have the audacity to even try something so stupid. Once he got himself over the deepest part of the lake, he turned and face the missile head-on, and when it hit, it lit up the nights air like the fourth of July, but the impact had knocked Dexter out completely. As soon as the missile made its impact, Grafters screen went white with snow. He cheered with glee almost falling backward in his office chair.

Dexter's limp body splashed down and began sinking immediately. Further and further he sank without any sign of consciousness. The Sentinel suit, however, was very much awake. His Quantum symbol in his chest had begun to rapidly blink, and suddenly Dexter's nose and mouth were covered while the rest of the suit had begun to adapt to its aquatic surroundings, creating gills on both sides of Dexter's neck and torso. The suit swiftly carried him all the way to the shallowest part of the lake. By this time, Dexter had regained consciousness. His immediate thought was to panic, but the feeling quickly subsided. Now he was in complete amazement at the suits response to his circumstance. There was still so much he didn't know about the suit's abilities which at some point meant even further training and testing.  Soon, he had finally reached the shoreline, he dropped down to the sand to collect his thoughts, and the only name that surfaced to his mind was Grafter. He alone would have had the gall to pull a stunt like this.

Grafter was in his kitchen area singing gleefully when the huge thundering boom had caught his attention. In a frantic state, he ran to see what had transpired only to find a rather large smoldering hole in his south wall. And, sitting on the floor, was his latest invention, which was now a large metallic blinking ball. Dexter had come in floating through Grafter's new south addition to his headquarters/command center. "This belong to you?" Dexter said to him, but Grafter just stood there looking up at him wanting to kill him even more now. Dexter came in closer, close enough to make his presence and point felt. "Shoot something else at me Grafter, and you will end up just like your little toy over there!" Dexter had said, but Grafter just ignored him totally. At this point, all he wanted him to do was leave. Once he did, Grafter headed to a special hidden area in the rear of his headquarters/ command center. He stepped on a small button on the floor, and a medium-sized door opened up, from there, a slender seven-foot black metallic rectangular box slowly ascended up from the floor. Inside of it was metallic gold and green exoskeleton type bodysuit hanging up inside, attached to it were various colored cords and wires, priming it for Grafter's next plan.

Dexter headed back to his condo hoping that he had gotten his message across to Grafter, but he knew better. He very quickly learned Grafter's type. He landed in the rears of his building, looking about making sure there were no onlookers as he began his transition back to his human form. Touching the Quantum symbol in his chest, and in a flash, he was back to his normal self, however, a very familiar voice, and scent had grabbed his attention almost immediately. The only thing he could say was Mia. Who was, at this point, waiting for him in front of his building.