The plan

After three years of sitting around feeling guilty, I sit in a room with my original crew. Lidaren, the most excellent strategist in the world, his mind can arrange hundreds of litren at once. He was making plans with chosen whose powers he does not know of. Then there's the Perfectionist, one of the best supporters in the world. He can take a group of low class chosen and make them great. Then theirs me considered one of the most powerful men in the world.

This evening, we could feel our anger resting on us. Each one of us had lost something to the Destroyer and want to make it right. Perfectionist steps out in front of a screen. "Alright, we all know what we're here to do. Now, the Destroyer has been spotted back on earth by one of our satellites on the east coast. He is shipping all kinds of high-tech parts from around the world. I can't make a connection, but they all have a feather on them as some insignia."

Lidaren chimes in, "I’ve seen this before in the sewer. There’s about four, one on each corner of the city.” Perfectionist pulls up a map. “Where at?” Lidaren gets up and points to the processing plant, stop and save, powerplant, and hospital. We notice that it makes a square around our building. We quickly realize that he knew about us and knew we were on to him. It doesn’t take us long to decide that we need to check this out.

We head back down to the sewers, where we found Lidaren. Lidaren begins to lead the way, and I can feel the tension, so I strike up a conversation. “Feels odd working together again, almost natural.” Lidaren throws his thought in, “It does; after living down here, it's nice to be in the light.” Perfectionist tries to comfort him “You could have come up; the rule is for monsters.” Lidaren stops. “What makes a monster, looks, or actions? Because I read the law, and it seems to be looks.”

That got me thinking since we have a minute, “Why did you lobby for that law, Perfectionist.” Perfectionist stops. “Because I wanted everyone to be on alert for people who look like the Destroyer. So, we can kill him, not stop him, kill him. So, I’m sorry, Lidaren, but I don’t want what happened to us to happen to anyone else.” As he’s saying this, he’s clenching his fist and starting to cry. Lidaren sees this and walks over to him, “I had no idea. While all this was happening, I had to grow back my limbs. I didn’t know.”

Perfectionist looks up at him. “It's OK, let's just make it right.” We finally make it to the end of our walk to see a gate blocking the sewer off. Everyone still feels what was said, but I look at Lidaren. “Was this here before?” He shakes his head. The two of them try to come up with an idea while I just rip the bars off. The gate let off an electrical blast, and it threw me on my back. Lidaren walks over confused, “why not just absorb the electricity?”

I grab his hand to get up. “Because the more energy I take in, the less control I have, so I absorb one at a time. Either kinetic or thermal, I chose wrong.” I get up, and we trudge on. What we found was a bigger surprise than usual. It looked like a giant T. We look at it, and Perfectionist decides to call it in. within the hour, the whole place is covered in cops. I’m looking around at them, and I pull the two of them aside. “This is wrong.” There look confused, and Lidaren asks, “What do you mean?”

I point around, “Look at this; it's too easy we're doing too good.” Just then, a detective came over to tell us, “We found out that the parts came in at North End Shipping. You can try looking there for more clues.” After he walks off, Perfectionist tells me, “Your being paranoid.” We walk over to one of the police vans and commander it for our trip.” Sitting in the back and Lidaren asks, “Why do you feel like it's too easy?” I let out a sigh. “I feel like we're getting led. We shouldn’t get too comfortable.” Perfectionist closes the sliding door between the driver and us. “That makes sense, but let’s not get crazy. Let's follow this lead.”

We arrive at the shipping site and see that it normal. We approach one of the workers, and I ask, “Where’s the man in charge.” She points us to an office up the top of a building. We head over to the small office overlooking the job site. We walk in to see a fat man, the grey-skinned man sitting at a desk in a felt suit and glasses. He looks up at the three of us and asks, “What can I help you with?” I nudge Perfectionist to guard the door. I walk over, “You are going to help us find the Destroyer.”

He stands up and dusts himself off. “OK, if you can beat me.” I raise my hand, and he tosses a card at my head. Suddenly I was watching that faithful day three years ago. With me, Lidaren, and Perfectionist laying before the Destroyer.