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Author's Notes: And welcome to the reposting of this story. I originally was going to just continue the original, but I decided to go through and edit/correct/revise/repost the whole thing. I'll also be doing the same for "WoA: Collision" (which will not be posted in regular Incredibles listing, but will be posted in the Justice League crossover section. I figure since I went through the other stories and tried to correct most of the mistakes/errors in them (I'm sure I might have missed a few, but most of them are cleaned up), I might as well do the same to these last two WoA stories and continue with them.

Author's Notes II: Which brings me to "WoA: Collision" and the fact that some people don't like the idea of what it crosses over into. First off, I originally planned on bringing in elements of JLU into this story, but some people didn't like it. Well, it was kind of planned...BUT...I did decide to break things off in regards to the people who get stuck in that 'verse and put that in their own story (which is Collision). While there will be some crossing over with JLU in this fic, it is only for a few chapters (and then anyone who wants to find out what's going on in the JLU 'verse can read Collision while everyone else can continue with D&I and follow Violet and crew as they try to pick up the pieces and find out what happened. Things will get resolved quickly and almost everyone who got pulled into that world will be back in this fic. But you don't need to worry about that crap now...that's over twenty chapters down the line.

"This is what we do know. Early this last June, David Pine Flynn surfaced in the public eye, shocking the world with his existence and acknowledging that he was taking control of what was left of Pine Industries' assets and creating his own company, Syndrome Software and Technology. We have not been able to completely determine how he had accomplished this, but we suspect that he may have had such an action planned at least a year or two in advance. Do not let his age fool you...his intelligence is known to rival that of most super-computers and that is not taking into account his nova abilities which we have yet to fully determine. The fact that he had something to market and sell to the general public only months after his 'public debut' indicates that he was clearly doing things 'behind the scenes' as it were, forging business ties and arranging deals with overseas companies without us or Utopia noticing. That fact alone makes him a threat.

"As you know, David Flynn has literally been at war with Utopia for the last few months since a Utopia task force initially forced its way onto SST's main campus claiming that they were attempting to 'detain rogue novas'. The mission failed; Flynn's people not only managed to stand their ground, but actually defeated the Utopia task force, including the high powered nova agents assigned to that group. After that incident, SST and Utopia were at war with each other but it was mostly a media war. Due to his own media prowess, David Flynn has managed to portray himself as a young American entrepreneur facing off against the United Nations backed Utopia and their attempt to force a 'One World Order'. While this works for us and even makes Flynn an ally to us, we fear that is only temporary.

"The war between Flynn and Utopia got really ugly on October thirty-first when an assassination attempt was made on Flynn's life. The sniper, however, failed to get Flynn but got one of Flynn's inner circle instead. I'm certain that almost everybody here at this briefing remembers what Flynn did twenty-four hours later. His retaliation against the organization revealed Utopia spies in several government agencies around the world, including our own. Since then, there have been no further acts of aggression between the two camps, but it's obvious both sides are preparing to resume their war with each other. Despite the incident involving Caestus Pax in Houston and their recalling of most of their nova personnel back to Addis Ababa and Europe, Utopia is still preparing themselves for their next battle with David Flynn. Flynn, though he has done nothing openly, is no doubt also preparing for the resumption of hostilities.

"Our concern, however, is not the conflict between these two, but who we will be dealing with once that conflict is resolved. Yes, we know that a conflict with Utopia is inevitable, but we are more concerned about David Flynn. While he has not taken action against us, he is a nova and does not support our policies regarding super-humans. In fact, we are certain that once he has dealt with Utopia, he will be focusing on us next and that is what we will have to prepare for.

"Buddy Pine was a brilliant weapons designer and a mad man. His son is even more brilliant and, unlike his father, has powers that, when coupled with his intelligence, makes him a modern day god. We are talking about a young man who, with his mind alone, can crash electronic networks at will and, if he wanted to, could take the world back to the dark ages. He may claim that he has no desire to do that, but keep in mind whose son he is. It is our belief that the proverbial apple does not fall far from the tree and we need to be prepared for that. David Pine Flynn may not be at that point yet, but it's only a matter of time before something happens that will set that bomb off.

"And when that bomb goes off, we could very easily find ourselves facing someone on par with Destroyer or Divis Mal."

-PRIMUS Intelligence Briefing

Saunders Robotics Lab

UCLA

14 November

0200 Hrs.

David ignored the security personnel yelling at him as he pulled his Mustang into an empty spot and got out of the car. He looked at the still smoldering remains of what had been the Saunders Research Building and watched as several firemen continued to contain the blaze while other rescue workers dug through the rubble.

"Sir…sir!" David felt someone grab him and he turned to see one of the local university rent-a-cop security guards glaring at him. "You're not supposed to be here. Leave immediately."

David turned to look back at the blaze and replayed the last couple hours in his mind. He was back in his suite at the SST campus, lying in his bed while letting his mind drift in relative safety surrounded by the firewalls created by SST's mainframe when the emergency alert went out and notified him that a fire had erupted at the Saunders Building. He was on the road within ten minutes and made it to LA in two hours. He tried repeatedly to contact Doctor Saunders and Bridgette via phone, but it was in vain.

And now, here he was, standing in front of the still burning building while some wage-slave security guard was getting into his face.

I had family in that building…and this asshole is giving me grief?

"What happened?" he asked, still looking at the building. "Where's Doctor Saunders?"

"Did you not hear me, sir?" the guard snapped. "Leave or I will have you forcibly removed."

David slowly turned to look at the guard, mentally linking up to the net and activating a facial recognition protocol to match the face and name plate to a file. Five seconds later, he had what he needed. "Burton, Donald A," he cited. "Age, 41, former Army MP, discharged for questionable conduct. Divorced, paying child support and you're currently pulling twelve bucks an hour working a crappy job and like using what little authority you have to push people around. Some word of advice, sir: you are an insect to me and you are better off being beneath my notice than being the annoyance you pretend to be."

"Congratulations, punk," the guard sneered as he pulled the night-stick off his belt, "you just made my night."

David waited until the last moment as man lunged at him before bringing his right arm up. There was a flash of blue light as the night-stick collided with ZP energy field generated from the bracer on David's arm. The impact sent a small shockwave that knocked the guard off his feet and sent him sprawling on the ground. David, for his part turned to look back at the building.

"What the hell was that?" Burton snarled as he started to get up off the ground and reach for the tazer-gun that he was authorized to carry.

David slowly turned to look at the man, a cold look on his face as he analyzed the weapon the guard was pointing at him and determining if he should take action to render the man merely unconscious or to cripple him permanently. "Mr. Burton," he said calmly, "I am a friend of Aaron Saunders and his daughter. I want to know what happened and if you persist in being an ass, this will not end well for you."

"David Pine Flynn." David turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw a trio of men in three-piece suits standing there, weapons drawn. The man speaking stepped forward. "By order of Director Dicker of the NSA, you are to stand down immediately."

"Flynn," Burton's eyes widened in surprise, "you're that guy that's taking on Utopia?"

"Guilty as charged," David said.

Burton lowered his tazer. "My apologies, kid," he said. Though the hostility had faded, he was still a little cautious. "But you really shouldn't be here. We got freaky government types floating around. First those NSA guys, a couple Utopia reps, and even the PRIMUS idiots are snooping around. And with all due respect, you're still a civilian."

"Even civilians get dragged into a war, Mr. Burton," David replied. Then he looked over at the approaching NSA suits and groaned as he recognized the leader. "And sometimes, the incompetent idiots get dragged in as well. Hello, Agent Barnett, I'm surprised Dicker even let you outside your little cubicle in the archive section."

"Oh, you're a funny one, aren't you, Pine?" Agent Jason Barnett sneered.

"My last name is Flynn, Barnett," David snapped. "Keep calling me Pine and Dicker will have you working a substation in Greenland."

"What are you doing here, Mr. Flynn?" Barnett asked, emphasizing David's surname as if it were an insult.

"I had some business dealings with Saunders," David replied. "When I heard about the fire over the networks, I came here as fast as I could." It wasn't a lie, but David sure as hell didn't want to tell this idiot the truth. Despite the situation, he allowed himself a tiny grin. "By the way, Zoe says 'hi' and wants to know if you ever got your credit rating fixed."

Anger flashed across Barnett's face and it looked like he was about to raise his weapon again, but he managed to maintain his composure. Instead, he looked over at Burton. "You, the useless rent-a-cop," he ordered, "escort this…person…off the premises immediately. This is a government investigation."

"Yes, sir," Burton said as he grabbed David by the arm. "Come with me, Mr. Flynn." He waited until they were out of earshot when he added, "Arrogant motherfucker."

"Imagine having to deal with him on a weekly basis," David chuckled.

Burton smiled and shook his head. "You know, suddenly being a rent-a-cop doesn't seem so bad." Then his expression became more somber. "But seriously though," he said, "you need to get out of here. And if you're looking for Doc Saunders…"

David saw the sad look in the man's eyes. "What?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Flynn. They haven't announced this in the news yet, and I understand they want to keep it quiet…but they found Doc Saunders' body along with a few others."

"Others?" David asked. "What others?"

"That's just it," Burton said. "I know I'm a rusty vet with no future, but I know a cover-up when I see one. The PRIMUS guys on the site turned Saunders body over right away, but they took custody of the three bodies and the surviving witnessness."

"What surviving witness?"

"Some guy named Jacobs, he's part of the actual university security staff…he manned the desk in the main lobby. Pretty much an asshole like your buddy Barnett."

"Why would they take him and not let the regular authorities handle it?"

"Beats me," Burton replied. "Three dead guys and one pretentious schmuck…not sure why, but it's beyond my pay grade to think about it."

David opened the door to his Mustang then suddenly stopped. "Wait…three unknown dead guys and the security guy at the front desk, right?"

"Yeah, and I already told you that they released Saunders' body to the medical examiner."

"What about Bridgette Saunders?"

"The doc's daughter?" Burton shook his head. "They didn't find her body, but you're right." He pointed at a silver Mazda Miata convertible. "Her car is still parked in her spot."

David reached into his pocket and handed the man a business card. "Okay, listen, if you hear anything about her, give me a call."

The man nodded and walked away as he pocketed David's card. David got in his car and closed the door. Instead of starting the car, he closed his eyes.

No, he thought, I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to let this hurt me…

"DAMMIT!" he screamed as he punched the dashboard of his car.

This time, he couldn't hold back the tears as he silently mourned the loss of family members he only recently discovered.

"D-David…"

David turned to look in the back seat of his car to see a naked Bridgette Saunders curled up…shivering and sweating what looked like silvery beads of liquid instead of sweat.

"Bridgette?"

The young woman looked up at him, her eyes glowing a cobalt blue for a moment as she tried to reach out to him. "David," she managed to rasp again, "help…help me…"

Then her whole body turned a silver color before melting into a puddle of metallic goo on the floor of his car.