Washington, D.C.
July 4, 2010
2000 HRS ZULU
A small fire rescue truck and a red SUV pull up to the scene of a small, dwindling fire that has consumed a large portion of the upper floor of a high-tech bioengineering firm on the outskirts of the Capital. They are escorted by two DCPD police interceptors. The words 'Fire Marshall' are written in gold on the sides of the SUV. From it steps a middle-aged man with a graying mustache and fireman's helmet.
"Good work, Men!" He shouts to the other firemen on the scene. "Lieutenant! How are we doing with the rescues?"
"We just finished our first sweep of the building," the addressed man states confidently. "There is no one on the first floor, and the second floor is unreachable. The stairs are clogged with rubble."
"Have you tried the elevator?"
"There's no slot for the fire key. We're going to have to use the ladder to get these guys."
The lieutenant points to the two scientists waving frantically from the second floor window.
The Marshall pulls out a megaphone, and says, "Remain calm! We are going to get to you!"
"Very good," the Marshall replies. "When you are finished, me and my men will start our investiga-- What is that!?!"
Both men turn to see a young boy dressed like a traffic light swing into the second floor of the burning structure. Before any one can answer, a yellow blur runs up the wall an catches the window sill.
"Hey! It's that speedster kid. Flashboy!" one of the firemen exclaims enthusiastically.
"Kid Flash!" the yellow blur corrects.
The young hero is pulled into the building, and a young individual with dark skin and blonde hair commandeers the water from the hoses and rescues the two scientists, while extinguishing the flames.
"Aaron! Anymore hot spots!?!" the Marshall shouts to his crew.
"No, sir!" he replies, looking at an InfraRed display of the building. "The fire is complete extinguished."
"Good! We can start immediately," the Marshall states cheerfully. He turns to face the Lieutenant, and tells him, "I need you and your men to clear out. This is now an active investigation, and--no offense--but I don't need you and your men getting in the way."
"Understood," the Lieutenant disgruntledly agrees.
As the other two trucks depart, the 'police officers' block off the remainder of the road as the Marshall shouts orders at his men. They gear up and enter the small structure. Little do they know what lies inside for them. But they are here to find out.
After entering the building and work their way through the debris to the second floor.
Unpassable my a$$, The Fire Marshall thinks disgruntledly.
Finding a dark room, they close the door behind them. They shed their guises and exit. For they are not firefighters. No. Instead, they are an elite paramilitary task force, sent here to investigate the strange occurrences that keep happening at this facility: the so-called Project Cadmus.
The Marshall sheds his fake mustache and the rest of his silicon mask, to reveal a young man in his early twenties. This man is Joseph Domingo, Jr. These men--the fake firemen and police officers--are his team. They work for a top-secret para-government organization called S.W.O.R.D. The Supernatural Weapons and Ordinance Retrieval Division. If something supernatural happens, they not only know about it, they also make it disappear. No traces.
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