We bury love. Forgetfulness grows over it like a grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

December 6th, 1976

"With Adam Monroe in solitary confinement, I'd like to bring up the issue of Project 09. It was, after all, his."

"What is there to say, Charles?"

"Something must be done. That we even allowed it to progress as far as it has is…"

"Oh, Charles, enough of this nonsense. The boy hasn't been able to repeat the same stunt from nearly a year ago. It's doubtful he possesses anything more than minor psychic abilities."

"Then at the very worst you have an extremely deluded young man who thinks he can reshape the world! And do I have to remind all of you how he first came to our attention?" There was a short silence.

"I have to agree with Charles. After what Adam tried to pull in my lab, I'm not sure any of our experiments are truly safe any longer.

"Yes, I must agree with Charles as well, Linderman. I am ashamed to have been a part of this project."

"And what do you suggest, Kaito? We kill the boy?"

"I don't…"

"Yes." Almost all of the members present turned to Angela who had not spoken once in the several hours they had been in the meeting. "We should kill him, Kaito."

"Angela, please."

"No, Charles. It must be done. It's for the best. He certainly can't be adopted into one of our families," she spat. The man seated next to her shifted uncomfortably.

"Containment is still a viable option."

"He's a virus, Victoria. Containing him won't solve the problem. It'll just add time to the countdown before he returns to the light of day."

"Well, then, Kaito, we'll just have to create a different countdown that will bury him for good." Charles narrowed his glare on Angela.

"What do you mean?" Angela snapped up her papers and stood before the Company founders.

"I haven't worked out the details, of course, but…I was thinking about a bomb."