Kidnap.

Angel

My plans were working, of course there were hiccups but that's to be expected from using funds from a pharmaceutical corporation to build more synthetic beings. I only had 20 at the minute, but more were on their way. Things were to be done with those synths, even if they hadn't been perfectly built, it was to forward my empire.

Page upon page of documents were stacked around the desk, all of them nothing but useless statistics and power-point line graphs. People don't understand that actions speak louder than words.

The phone began ringing, so I picked it up as there was nothing better to do.

"Mr. White, you have a call on line 2. A Miss Chang would like a word with you." My second in command, Alice spoke down the line.

"Patch her through." I sighed, wondering if it was another charity event wanting a donation.

"Yes?" I asked as the line switched.

"Mr White, do not speak another word. You are in considerable danger and I'm afraid you need to leave right now. There is a car parked opposite the building, it's loaded with explosives and is about to be driven into the lobby. If you do exactly as I say, you will be safe, understand?" She was ordering me to listen to her.

So listen I did as I pulled out my 1911 from the desk.

"Get to the ground floor and then use the stairs to get into the garage in the basement. Don't get your car, run up the ramp outside where I will be waiting for you. Hurry." The phone clicked.

Unsure of what to do, I holstered the 1911 and picked up my blazer from the back of my chair and used my personal elevator to get to the ground floor, then followed the instructions to get into the garage. However, as soon as I got into the garage, a car's headlights turned on, the engine began to rev. It was going to come right for me.

Bang

A gunshot rang out, the car stopped revving and did not move. Whoever was behind the wheel was dead. I turned to my left to see a young Chinese woman with green eyes holding a Beretta PX4 bulldog aimed at the car.

"Sorry handsome, looks like I was wrong about the car at the front." She spoke before holstering her handgun.

She then grabbed me and pulled me along to run with her out of the garage, as we exited I had to ask.

"Why did we need to run?"

She replied quite simply.

"Bomb."

She led me to her car and opened the door for me. As soon as she did, the car in the garage exploded causing the majority of the car alarms inside go off along with it, not to mention the building's emergency lock-down procedure.

"So that's why you got me out, you knew this was going to happen." I accused her.

"Of course I did, this is a kidnapping." She smiled at me.

She took out my 1911 from her bag and aimed it at me.

"Get in the trunk Mr. White." Her smile disappeared.

If I didn't, she would have killed me. Killing me would have stopped the project, so I did, but not before pressing the button on my belt. This showed that I was being kidnapped, it wouldn't be long before my rescue arrived, as soon as I was in the trunk, the woman put away my 1911 and pulled out a bulldog PX4 before shooting me in the stomach with it, sending pain throughout my body and down my spine. Even as my vision was blurring I could see the woman look up. She put her fingers in her green eyes, took them away and looked back at me. Those blue orbs that I had seen in my darkest nightmares, it wasn't her.

It was him.

My son had finally tracked me down, about to kill me. Not only this, but he was a woman.

"I'd save your questions if I were you Angel. With the speed we're going to be moving and the tight space. You'd run out of air before you even got an answer." He stared at me, looking at me with now pure hatred.

I reached out for him.

"Jason, don't do this." I pleaded.

He shot me again, this time in the knee cap.

"I will. Stay safe."

Slam, the trunk was shut. The engine started and the car began to move. It wasn't 10 minutes before the gunshots began, the car halted. Then I started realising something, I was about to go through what Jason had when I had had his mother killed.

Another car hit the one that we were in, flipping it over onto it's back. Popping the trunk as soon as his car landed on it's roof. I crawled out to see my security force hold their aim on the car with rifles loaded.

"Hold your fire!" I ordered as I pushed myself to my feet.

Something was wrong, I expected Jason to be able to survive the crash seeing as I'd managed to in the trunk. I decided to check the driver's seat of the car, before I could get to the door the force began yelling 'drop your weapon' and 'get down' unfortunately this didn't stop Jason trying to fight.

"Mother-fu" He began, but was cut off before a tazer hit him. One barb hit him in the head and the other in the chest.

The shocking sent him over the edge, knocking him out into a incapacitated state. This meant he was on the ground, fighting for his strength, or what was left of it anyway. Some of my forces moved in on him, disarming him and handcuffing him so that he had no way of attacking or defending himself.

As they took my son and threw his unconscious body into the back of a van, I looked down at my feet. My 1911 and his PX4 were lying there. So I picked them up and looked between them both, it was a stupid thing. His choice of weapon never made sense to me, I always thought he liked 1911s as I did, but he was likely just using what he could get his hands on when he first came to me. All I knew was that he was a killer, but someone that I could capitalize on.

1 week later.

"How is he?" I asked the doctor as I looked through the plexi glass into the cell that Jason was visibly fuming in.

We'd been de-hydrating him, keeping him controllable. Making sure that he couldn't use his powers of ice against us when we attempted to recondition him.

"He's still attempting to kill whoever get's close enough. Thankfully he's so dehydrated that he can barely get up." He replied.

As a joke, I tapped on the glass. The real Jason, who'd only just started returning to his male state reacted in a way that I didn't imagine in the slightest. All the talk about dehydration made me believe he didn't have the energy to make a lunge. He didn't just just lunge at the glass, he put his hand through it. Just inches away from me was his bleeding hands, I caught some of his blood with my index finger and dabbed my tounge with it.

"That brings back memories." I reminisced as the sweet wine like taste spread over my tongue.

"He seems to like you are an exception. His hatred seems unrelenting for you, I'm not sure what you did to him, but whatever it was, he definitely hasn't forgotten." He commented.

"I don't understand, he has his Brother and his Sister to worry about, at this point, he would have just submitted so that he could have a chance to see them again... Don't tell me." I began to realize something.

"Luke's dead... You know that." Jason finally spoke to me.

"What? No, he isn't, his pacemaker is still sending me heart signals." I was confused.

Jason's eyes lit up with this look of surprise, it then turned to rage. He was denying what I was saying. Either that, or someone had convinced him that Luke had died.

"They... they told me..." He was now shaking.

"They were lying to you, I can show you the readings if you can restrain yourself. If it makes you feel any better, he's a healthy boy. By the looks of the readings, he's very happy too. My son, look at me." I started leading him into something.

He tried to avert my gaze, not listen to my lies any longer. I was worried that as soon as I tried to recruit him, he would betray me.

But he looked at me, trying his best to retrieve his arm.

"The things I did to you, they were necessary. It taught me a number of things, especially about your body. I now know how to make men stronger than men. Do you understand? I can make gods from men with a shot. Do you know what power that entails?" I began.

Jason retrieved his arm, blood began traveling up his body into his nose, eyes and mouth to return the fluids to his system.

"You can't make Tiwinoku out of humans, do you know why? We don't have the same hardware you understand?" He mocked me.

"I tire of this. Do you remember my little word? What was it now?" I smiled malevolently at him.

Fear struck him, he knew what I was doing. He knew full well what I was about to do to him, he hated it.

"Sutaimi" I whispered into his ear.

His body seized up, without feeling pain he pulled out the glass in his arms and stood at attention facing me, waiting for orders. He was going to receive orders alright. It was now that I realised that finally I got what I wanted, a family business, father and son working side by side.

Batman.

We'd searched the entire hideout and found nothing, that was until Canary came up to me with a note.

"I found this, he's left to go on a mission." She handed me the note.

"Everyone.

You may have realised that I've left for a while, but don't panic. Something's been on my mind and I have to sort this out myself. I should be fine, after all this new disguise makes it difficult for me to be picked out of a crowd.

Not sure if I should tell you exactly where I went, because if I do you'll follow me, I don't want to be followed on this. This is one of those times where you can break the contract by trying to do the right thing.

I suppose I should leave you a little clue as to where I've gone, so here.

I'm going to find out the truth about a family member's death. I know someone has answers and I'm going to find them. Besides they're a criminal, you'd like me to bring them in."

I read over the note again and again trying to figure out what it was that he was talking about. Then I realised something, it could be a rouse so that we'd be on the search for him in the mainland whilst he was on Tsun Island.

"Prep an aircraft, we're going to Tsun Island," I ordered

1 day later.

We arrived in Tsun by aircraft. Robin, Canary, Megan and I traveled to the Island. Instantly I knew why the others had decided to dress with light colors. Tsun Island was off the east coast of America.

The Island used to be a safe haven for people who had money and wanted to live their final years in relative solitude and wealth. In 2002 that changed as the entire Island was filled with America's 'freak' population, people with powers were exiled to a number of places, Tsun being the more interesting one as it was once governed by humans. Then synthetic humanoid machines called Wardens. J was a driving force in the rebellion against the synths.

When we finally landed, I noticed that the hot weather wasn't agreeing with a number of us being dressed the way that we were.

"Robin, you've been here before. How close are we to his house?" I asked as we all stepped off of the aircraft onto the tarmac airfield.

"We're on the wrong side of the Island, his club is nearby. I doubt he'd be hiding out there though." He replied as he walked to the cargo bay of the aircraft.

"I could use a drink, it's hotter than hell out here." Canary pulled at her collar.

"This Island is called the devil's throat for a reason you know." A voice from nowhere commented.

As we all turned, a figure began to appear from the air, as if loosing their invisibility. Whoever it was, he wasn't happy to see us. Blonde hair, green eyes and a silver ring on both ring fingers.

"Jack. You look better than you did the last time we met." Robin commented.

"You've met?" Megan asked.

"Jack was with J in Jump city, he helped us bring down the order and has been living with J since." He answered.

Jack chuckled.

"Naw, we broke up a while back. I can't spend my life waiting for someone to come back to me. Even if they are faithful. Now is there something I can help you with?" He placed his hands on his hips.

"We're looking for J, he's been missing for about a day. We figured he came here." I informed Jack about the situation.

"Well he aint here if that's what you think. Trust me, people haven't forgot what we did for this Island, hell even I still get compliments from complete strangers for helping out in the rebellion... I tell you what, I'll take you up to his house. You can see for yourself." Jack proposed.

I looked at the others who were looking at each other with some kind of disbelief. It was sudden but it happened, Jack grabbed onto my shoulder along with Canary, then jumped his legs onto Robin and Megan's shoulders.

We were taken through some kind of void. The world turned black, but we ended up in a house that looked like it was built in feudal Japan. Jack had trouble getting back onto his feet, but he managed it.

"Did we just travel back in time or something?" Robin asked, actually worried.

Jack just stared at him, like he should have known about his powers. He walked over to the front door and opened it. A few cars were outside along with a Harley Davidson under a tarp, this was J's house.

"Luke, you in?!" Jack called into the house.

"Luke?" Robin whispered to Megan.

This little teenager walked down the staircase into the hall, his eyes fixed on Robin as if he was scared of him. Jack tempted him to come downstairs which he did and stuck next to Jack like glue.

"He's alive?" Robin couldn't believe it.

I didn't need to grace that with an answer.

"Obviously, why what's happened?" Jack began to look worried.

"Jason was injured in Afghanistan, he was hospitalized with some kind of PTSD. He was convinced by his CO that Luke was killed just before his transport was destroyed. He was the only survivor. We took him in, but he went missing after we got him stable." I explained, realising the situation that Jason wasn't here.

"He's hurt?" Luke began, his voice was warbling slightly.

Jack grabbed Luke in a one armed hug.

"He'll be fine Luke, remember when he fought off those gangsters?" Jack comforted him.

Luke began to lighten up greatly, remembering Jason's defense. Even though I'd gone through the trouble of searching through Jason's past with a fine tooth comb, I'd never even thought that he'd been this protective over his brother.

"Do any of ya'll want anything whilst you're here? I mean, we don't got much to offer but what ever you need, we can try." Jack offered his services to us.

"Tell me something. Why doesn't he use his powers?" Megan began

"That's easy, he's afraid of killing someone who don't need to be killed. I mean if you saw what he did to those synths with a blade, you'd be pretty scared of his powers too." Jack looked solemn.

Angel

Jason had explained to me that his powers were becoming quite limitless. He was able to create a portal big enough to fit what I needed in and bring it back. All it needed was to paint a giant Pentagram on the cieling of the warehouse. Sure enough, no later had he gone had he accomplished his task.

We didn't know it, but he'd performed a monumental task.

He stole a shipping container.

We'd decided that controlling him in his Sutaimi state was important, we could under no circumstances break that trance. So we blocked his eardrums with speakers so that he could only hear my commands and the sounds of footsteps around him, they were designed so that he could not be broken out of the trance, but still could be controlled with vocal commands.

"Sir, he's been gone a while. Should we check in?" Conner, the head of the PMC I hired was pestering me.

"No, the slightest distraction and he go blank. Just wait." I sighed, growing tired of his constant pestering.

Suddenly, the pentagram began to glow with a bright blue flame, opening a large portal. Through it came to the shipping container, then came Jason. He'd spawned blue wings to slow his decent, straight from the crane.

He landed perfectly, not damaging the container. However he hadn't moved since he'd hit the floor. The pentagram's flame died, with it the wings on Jason's back. The PMCs began to move Jason away from the container, better still they began installing our new EMP into the container.

Jason needed rest after this operation, it was no surprise that he'd been knocked unconscious by this event.