Suburbs of Chicago, February 16 – 1991, early night period

Johnson was tired, exhausted after that whole week, a lot of investigations that lead nowhere, clues that found nothing, and he also had to pay for Beatrice. He really didn't like that goody two shoes. He sighed and sat down on his couch to watch TV. His home was not too big, he did try to keep it well-kept, but being just him and his daughter was a bit hard so it had a small tone of messiness about it.

His daughter comes out of her room with a Walkman strapped to her waist, she smiled and waved “hey dad” then she extends her hand as a bottle of water floats to her. He looked at her “Laura, what did I tell you about using your abilities like that?” she rolls her eyes “Its alright dad, no one is around, gee” she goes into her room again.

He sighed, she was in that hard phase of the life, never listened, always had a complaint or some boyfriend that she brought along. He looks at the news, nothing he cared much, heroes flying in the sky, speculation about secret identities. The discussions of that law about registering metas was worrying him. He lets out a fast glance to his daughter bedroom before looking back at the TV.

He closed his eyes and stood there asleep for a while before he feels something prodding him, Laura voice comes into mind a bit as he wakes up “Dad… Dad… Dad!” she seemed to be out of patience a bit as he opens his eyes “yeah… what is it?”, she prodded him more “Someone from work called you, she said is important, she is waiting on the phone as well.” she said and walked back to the kitchen “I am going out with Maddie”.

He groans a bit and got up “Like that… I know you are friends, but…”, she responded “not asking, just going, bye!” she said and walked towards the door. He could just look at her, not much else, just seeing she went like that. When did she become so… like that, he didn't know, but now she was like that, always somewhere, always going places. He hoped for the best and slugged on to the phone on the table, placing it on his ear.

He was actually incredulous on what he heard…

Earlier that night, Dance Away club

The club was blasting the biggest hits of the year at that moment, people were dancing, the night was just starting after all, drinks were rolling out, the club itself was nothing special, an ample space for the dance floor with a big sound system all over it, people packing on the entire floor of the building and moving to the sound, some better than the others.

The smell of weed and beer was all over the place, the sound made it almost impossible to speak to each other added to the vibe of people singing and dancing in their colorful costumes. Beatrice was moving slowly through there towards the back area of the club, she was not being very discrete. They already had the team ready to invade added to another hero team they could call, Big Lars team. The entire place was ready, she knew that Olive was in there on the more secretive parts of the club.

The entire club was a front for an operation on the back area, whole labs and all that, things were different, they were moving through the crowd to surround the operation. Her entire team was there, she, Guiding Star and Shar would move to the operation, Erin would command the cops on the crowd to disperse civilians once the operation went on, Charon was waiting to break through the walls.

Bea looked at her team and moved towards the door on the back, no security guard, she thought it to be weird, so she looked at them both, “Keep an eye on Shar” she said, positioning herself at the door, he nodded and kept Shar behind him, the door is locked, she looked around and broke in. Some people on the crowd found it weird and then... the corridor behind the door had a flickering light...

Grabbing her pistol she advanced careful ahead of the two others, looking around, no one there. That was strange, the corridor was extremely sterile, white and with sound blocking padding as well, her ears could rest already, the corridor was white and gray and had 4 doors, 2 by each side before a bigger door on the end of it.

They advance to the first pair of doors, one on each side, both of them metallic, on the left it was “lockers” and on the right was “dining”, Bea looked at Guiding Star, pointing for him on the dining, she then positioned herself on the locker room, making gestures with her hand “3.... 2.... 1...” both of them went at the same time. No one.

The locker room was nothing but creepy, the entire place was still intact, a backpack on the side, one of the lockers was open even, the light was flickering as well. No one there. She looked back at Guiding Star, he gave the clear sign. They continued.

The next doors were labeled “storage” on the left and “administration” on the right, She tried the storage room, it was locked, she looked at Sirius that tried the administration door... Open... No one there as well. Something was wrong, she knew that but still had to continue. Next was the entrance to the main facility.

Both of them positioned behind the door, Beatrice spoke in the radio “We are at position, headcount” - “Reed at position, over” - “Charon at position, over” - “Big Lars and team at position, over” - “Jane at position”.

Bea took a long breath “Everyone, go according to plan, five... four... three ... two... one... MOVE IN!” , and with that she waited a moment and with Guiding Star help she pushed the door, it opens, Guiding Star immediately started producing a shield around them.

The scene would be epic if not for what they found a second later. The entire area was an area of packaging and masking drugs as other innocuous things. It would be impossible to do an operation like that on normal circumstances. Olive Riley had slipped up a couple of days earlier, gave information to one of Erin contacts.

From the sky Big Lars team arrived, all of them flying and with glowing auras, from the walls Charon arrived with molten rock around him, an entire police force came with them now, breaking from all possible entrances, the sound was stopping from the club as well.

“Oh... God” Was the only thing Beatrice could say as she adjusted, and the adrenaline lowered, her stomach dropped, she was glad not to have eaten anything that night. She could have hoped for many things that night, a fumble, a big fight, capturing olive, killing olive, a lot of scenarios came through her head while preparing. Not that.

The room was big, and, in the end of it, nailed to the walls was Olive Riley, naked... Blood splattered all over, to his right was another of his lieutenants and to his left was what looked like his usual meta bodyguard, his metal skin pierced through extreme force... All of them dead and nailed. Blood was exposed in three crosses, lots of blood, and above them on the wall “BOW BEFORE YOUR NEW GODS!”

Her arms went limp while facing the gruesome scene, she saw a few cops throwing up, in the corner. Her vision darted around, the entire operation had been wrecked, several people dead, her mind went blank...

“B....”

“Bea..!”

“Beatrice!!” Erin was there, she was looking worriedly “Come, this scene is... too much ...” , guiding her slowly towards the corridor, everyone was in shock back there, Guiding Star was still activating his shield instinctively as he turned away from the scene. However, as they walked past the storage room they hear something moving and breaking something there. Beatrice returning from her shock and Erin look at each other, both of them move to the door, “Charon, come here!” Erin speaks, the man was a bit pale as well, he comes to check, “Melt the lock” she orders.

He nodded and placed a small pebble turning it into molten rock as he touches it, the surrounding metal burns, and then they push the door slowly and carefully, the room was dark, completely, there was a mess of items there. The entire thing felt tense to even be in... That is when they heard movement on the corner of the room, someone there.

“NO! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!” someone was there, was a man dressed in white lab overalls, they were torn apart in several places, he had a pretty nasty broken arm that was already swelling there. He grabbed some things and tossed at them.

They looked at each other and lowered the guns...

Late night.

Johnson had arrived at the scene and immediately grabbed a smoke “Fuck...” he looked at the gruesome scene, police officers taking photos of evidence and of drugs inside teddy bears and candy boxes, of the entire police department going through the records on place, that was a disaster in so, so many ways all he could do was smoke.

Then he looked at it, the actual scene, at first he thought Beatrice had caught wind of him or something, that going to Olive would be a disaster... but that... made things so much worse, He dropped his cigar on the floor as his mouth went open with the scene there. “Jesus... fuck...” he looked at the scene, that was too big not to leak, he was screwed... Oh, he knew he was screwed in so many ways, he got another cigar out, grabbed his cellphone and typed in the big buttons the Police Chief number... to his surprise... he heard a ring right there.

“Fuck…”

Then he saw one of Olive men strapped 

“FUCK!” he hated his life so much right now.