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Noah Bennett and Thomas Cole- Washington D.C.
As Noah waited in the large reception area, he wondered for the fiftieth time why he was waiting to speak to some strange man instead of being at home with his family. Things were just starting to improve in his relationship with his wife, and suddenly a man by the name of Thomas Cole is calling and insisting that he come to Washington right away for an urgent issue. After a ten minute wait, the receptionist announced that Mr. Cole was ready to see him.
He was led into a large office. In the center of the room was an enormous mahogany desk with a giant leather chair behind it. Lining the walls were dozens of file cabinets.
"Ah, Noah Bennett," came a voice behind him. "It is an honor to finally meet you." He turned around and saw a short man with salt and pepper hair. He appeared to be about fifty years old and was dressed in an expensive looking suit.
"Umm, thank you. Mr. Cole, I presume?"
"Yes sir. And may I just say thank you for coming to see me on such short notice." He beckoned Noah onto one of the chairs in front of the desk while he went around to sit in the large leather chair.
"You are probably wondering why I have invited you here."
"Yes, I…
"Allow me to explain. I am the head of an organization called Detricorp. We are a government-funded company that is looking to protect our country. However, we are not in charge of developing weapons, Mr. Bennett. We are searching for developments in defense."
"Sir, while I appreciate your interest in me, I don't think that this is really my field..."
"Oh, but it is. You see, we are aware of individuals in this country who have, let's just say 'special abilities.' We are searching for these individuals and bringing them back here where we can study them and attempt to reproduce their DNA. We are looking for a way to take these abilities and reproduce them. If we can find a way to give defensive abilities to our soldiers, our army would be unstoppable."
Noah was furious. He knew that he was called here to surrender Claire to this "worthy cause." There was no way in Hell that he would allow this man and his team of scientists to poke and prod at his daughter until they could steal her ability.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." He got out of his chair and headed toward the door.
"I assure you, we are going to leave your daughter alone." Noah stopped dead in his tracks.
"Excuse me?"
"While the idea of an immortal army is extremely tempting, I have been warned that the great Noah Bennett would not help us if his daughter was involved. Instead we will search for abilities strong enough that our soldiers would never need to be able to heal."
"So what do you need me for?" At this point, Mr. Cole spun around and opened a drawer on a file cabinet. He pulled out a folder and put it down on the desk. Noah returned to his chair and reached for the file as Mr. Cole leaned back in his chair.
"Macy Jerrod," he said as Noah started to skim the file. "Extraordinary young woman, has the ability to see the future right before it happens.
"So why do you need me? She looks harmless enough."
"That's what I thought. Until, that is, I sent four agents after her. They were found in an alleyway with their necks slit open." Noah flipped the page and saw the photograph of the crime scene.
"Wow. You think she did this?"
"I can't be sure. If she didn't, she must have friends in high places. However, we do know that she probably saw them coming."
Noah looked at the file. A relatively young woman, no family, works in a restaurant. Her ability would be problematic, but he figured that he had dealt with worse.
"I'll do it." Mr. Cole smiled and leaned forward.
"I knew you would."
