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Chapter 1 - A Disturbance

Stephen sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.

The stress was eating at him. He barely had any time to himself lately, and when he did, it came as such a shock that he was at a loss as to what he should do.

Leaning back in his chair and dragging his eyes away from the large monitor he had been staring at for the past few hours, he allowed himself to escape from the harsh glare of the screen.

He sighed while thinking about the past months, and the inevitable hardship that his people would have to endure in the months to come. It would have been easy to be overcome by the recent events. With Natalie's betrayal, Rogers' death, training new recruits ,missions, not to mention keeping up appearances as both the leader of The Tomorrow people and Stephen Jameson.

It was exhausting.

He had convinced himself he was doing the right thing, and Cara had assured him countless times that they were doing all they could. Her calm reassurance had put him at ease for a while but, left to his own thoughts it was difficult remaining positive about the situation.

Dragging a hand down his face and concealing a yawn, Stephen reluctantly managed to turn his eyes back to the information on the screen while taking a gulp from his now cold coffee.

Ultra had remained consistently active up until 5 weeks ago, where everything came to a standstill. Scouring the news reports and newspapers leading up to that day and the news since then gave no indication as to what had happened. None of the known members had been seen since, and no one had cared enough to investigate. It was as if they had never existed. It's good that no one knows of their existence, but Stephen can't help but wonder that something bigger is at play.

There was no leader, for them to follow after the death of The Founder, but there was no reason or even any point to stopping their illegal activities. From experience, Stephen knew that being on a team meant that sometimes, there would be clashing opinions, and whatever disagreements that Stephen had faced working alongside his friends and partners he knew it was likely that Ultra would be faced with that times a thousand. The members were rowdy and impulsive and unlikely to simply accept an order to disband from a flourishing crime organisation.

Glancing at the clock, Stephen was surprised to find that he'd been sitting there for almost 5 hours. No wonder the lines of information on the screen kept blurring.

Deciding it would be beneficial to get some rest, he stood up, stretched, and switched the monitor off, promising that he would investigate further whenever he next had time.

He then teleported back to his home in Manhattan

Looking around the house, Stephen immediately resumed a defensive stance and looked around the room. The entire place had been ransacked. Clothes were strewn about the place. Chairs had been toppled. Possessions lay carelessly on the floor. Photos of him and Astrid at graduation, photos of him and Luca, photos of him and Cara, photos of his parents, Luca and him, all lay on the floor, their frames cracked and shards of glass glistening menacingly in the beams moonlight that streamed in from the window.

In the centre of the room, the small couch was still upright, with a tall, large, well built figure sitting calmly on it, concealed in darkness.

At Stephens's arrival, the figure stood up, his black mask shining in the moonlight. Stephen felt his heart rate quicken, thudding violently throughout his body. The temperature of the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Stephen then saw the bodies of Luca and his mother right next to the couch, he frantically checked for a pulse and broke down in tears when he found that there was no pulse and that the only family he had left were dead.

Suddenly, Stephens's tiredness was forgotten. He was wide awake.

'The Commander'

The assassin had barely acknowledged that Stephen had spoken his name, and offered no reply.

The assassin began pacing back and forth slowly in front of Stephen, who shifted his position in case a fight should break out.

The silence was beginning to make him feel anxious. The Commander wasn't one to give a villainous monologue and reveal his evil plans - he was tactful and deceiving and chose his words carefully, but the silence coming from him now was eerie. It was a dangerous silence. It was the type of silence that made you think your life was in danger.

The Commander ceased his pacing and turned so that he was standing directly in front of Stephen, who remained in a defensive stance. He wouldn't give the man an opportunity to attack.

Irked by the man's silent stillness, Stephen tried again.

'Why did you it, they were innocent and you knew it.'

'To make you suffer of course,' was his only reply.

Glancing around at the trashed room Stephen took in how all of his draws, cupboards and shelves and everything else had been smashed open and the dead bodies strewn all over the floor carelessly.

You Son of a Bitch,' he screamed, referring to the bodies on the floor

'I assure you, this was for the best'

'For the best? This is murder and I'm going to kill you for it' he shouted.

'I'm ready,' The Commander said. Stephen was beginning to become frustrated by the lack of response he was getting. They were going in circles.

He could hear The Commander breathing through his mask and couldn't help comparing him to Darth Vader for a bizarre second. He shook away the thought. Stay focused.

He walked towards Stephen menacingly and stopped barely more than a foot away.

'You're the leader of your people now. You're responsible for their actions. You command them. And you trained under my guidance for almost 2 months,' the words were spoken harshly and bitterly. Stephen knew that The Commander was angry about his escape when it happened, and he still was apparently.

The Commander was eyeing Stephen dangerously.

'For someone who claims I've had no influence on his actions, you sure are acting a lot like me,' The Commander remarked.

'That's not what-'

Stephen's protests were cut short by a harsh punch. During The Commander's revelation he had relaxed his stance through shock. Stupid. Still reeling from the unexpected hit, Stephen made no move to retaliate. The side of his face was stinging. The Commander was a hard hitter. He raised his hand to his face and felt blood on his lip.

'Don't try and deny it boy,' The Commander's words were venomous, and Stephen was reminded of all the times he had been on the receiving end of The Commander's unpredictable temper. Of all the times a Nurse had, had to stitch him back together and of all the days he had spent bed ridden. The Commander was not an opponent to be taken lightly.

'So what happens now?' Stephen growled.

'You're coming with me of course.'

Before Stephen could protest, a fist flew up faster than he could see.

Then only darkness.

A/N End of chapter and yes The Commander and Stephen have a history I will probably write another story to explain that.

Next chapter; Stephen is tortured and is forced become a test subject in a brainwashing experiment.