"Are you sure these documents are correct," said Professor Blackwell. He walked over to the microscope and examined the crusted skin mold under the scope. "That's what the excavator's said. The Black City database even checked to verify if the information was correct," explained one of the scientists. "Alright. Some of the DNA samples just don't seem to match up with the information," replied the confused professor. He paced around for a bit in hard thought.
"Huh, that's weird," said the scientist. "Hm," wondered the professor. "It says here that the skin samples match that of a class-5 aggressor from the time period. Aggressors weren't created until 500 years later," The professor widened his eyes. "Rockwell, are you saying that," Professor Blackwell stopped short. "This aggressor time traveled. He changed the course of history," Said Norman Rockwell, one of the head scientists. "This is bad. Really, really bad. And on top of that, this will require days of work. And tomorrow is my son's 5th birthday. I really don't want to miss it," said Blackwell.
"Deathshead's turning 5," said Norman, surprised. "Yes. And I've really wanted to give this to him," said Blackwell. He reached for a shelf and pulled out an object from it. It was an axe with a polished wooden handle and a rubber black grip. On the head of the axe was an infinite sign with 3 circles instead of the 2 end circles were straight vertical lines. Underneath the middle circle was an upside down triangle. On the top of the base was a shiny, curved spike.
"You're giving a 5 year old an axe," Norman said with a hint of both surprise and disappointment. "When he was 3, he wanted to help his grandpa chop wood for a campfire out in the Everfree forest. It was a great moment," Said Blackwell. Norman looked at him for a bit. "Tell you what, Maxis. You can have the day off. I think that little filly will love it if you were there," said Norman. Blackwell smiled. "Thanks, Norman. I appreciate it," he said.
"Let's go home. It's been a long day. I need to see Shantel. We have reservations at that fancy restaurant," said Norman. "Your right. Intercom the building it's quitting time. I'll call the security guards. They get to try out our new XV-13 Quantum Plasma Rifles we just finished yesterday," replied Blackwell.
As everyone was going home, Blackwell couldn't stop thinking about the reports. "Something just doesn't seem right about those reports. I don't know what it is, but I don't like the suspense of finding out," he said. As he stepped up to his house, he smelled the sweet smell of his wife's cooking. "You make some damn fine food, Hannah," he said. When he walked in he hung his jacket up on the rack. He walked over to his wife and kissed her. "Hi, sweetie," said Hannah.
Deathshead peeked his head out. "Hi, daddy," he said. He walked over and hugged him. "Hi, Deathshead. Guess what? I'm taking you to my work tomorrow. You get to video tape everything as well. How would you like that," asked Blackwell. Deathshead got a grin on his face and started cheering. Hannah kissed Blackwell and smiled.
Back at the lab, the skin began to glow. A voice echoed, "In 30 years, My full power will be revealed." And the skin began to levitate.