Chapter 56: I'll move it forward...


"I still think there's more to this," Bruce said. He removed his hands from his chin, placing them flat onto the table in front of him. He stepped his legs out from under the table, and he stood up from his chair… He began to pace over to the side of the central control room…

"What do you mean, 'more to this'? Huh, Bruce?" General Fury demanded. His gloating demeanor quickly shifting to one of annoyance.

"Things are adding up… but not in the way that you are presenting them…"

"And how's that?"

"Morbius, a clone, contacted you about a half a year ago. And a half a year before that, there about, a different clone had encountered Constantine…That one's there the night that the Hand, Vampires, and Hydra- all invade Cotham City Park - with a Mother Box - trying to return Dracula to Arda…" he trailed off, his chin in his hands before continuing, "The next night, he's killed by those same forces, after helping to take down Deacon Frost…" Bruce then smirked. "… Who I must note- was not in good standings with the other Vampire family leaders…Then, about a month later… He sends a letter to the SSR-"

"Let me stop you, Bruce. I did not send my letter to the SSR… I sent it to General Fury, directly. I did not know who else I could trust…"

"Keep going, Bruce." General Fury said. He had held out his hand in front of Morbius, as if to tell him to stop talking...

"So, he sends you the letter… What did it say?"

"That Mr. Sinister was cloning mutants… That he needed to talk to me so that we could stop it. That was enough for me to want to hear this Dr. Morbius out. Now would you like to continue? Or can we move on now?"

"Not yet…

So you get the letter, and you want to meet Dr. Morbius… you do meet Dr. Morbius… And he convinces you to work with him in secret? For the past five months?"

"Are you questioning me, Bruce!? Not that I have to explain myself, but John knew him for almost a year before I did… He ever tell me that before? Or think to tell me that before? I'm the Director of the Strategic Scientific Reserve… Officer, I told you on the day that I first met you, I will always be multiple steps ahead!

What Dr. Morbius was doing for me, was the same thing that he was doing for John- gathering intel. When we decided to raid the school last night, I had to leave Alpha Flight, fly to get Dr. Morbius to safety, and then show up to save your sorry a-"

"Alright, General Fury!" Bruce interrupted, "Alright, I'll move it forward…

Fast forwarding: anti-mutant protests, then counter protests start, idea of mutant cure begins floating around, Nitro's attack, increased pressure for anti mutant legislation…

But all the while, around the same time that these anti-mutant protests are beginning, there's also an energy reading indicating the return of the second Mother Box…

I'd assume it is the second, as the one from that night is still in SSR possession, correct?"

"Correct."

"Somebody's hiding something… J'onn, you said that in your original time here-

Eventually, both Rama-Tut, and Savitar, left Arda- each with a Mother Box in hand?"

"That is correct, Bruce."

"Savitar was the 'God of Speed', right?"

"Yes, Bruce."

"Did he leave a trail of colored, electrical sparks when he ran?"

"He did. He wore a silver, armored suit. Like a Knight from the future, and when he ran- yellow flashes could be seen trailing his blur."

"Thawne…" Barry ominously sighed, "That's Thawne, I know it is."

"That's what I think too," Bruce continued, "What if Thawne traveled back to the past, and he returned to the future with a Mother Box…

If so, then perhaps this, 'Rama-Tut', is one of Thawne's partners that we've seen him with?

Perhaps he's returned from their little, 'falling out'?"

"If rumors are believed to be credible," Dr. Morbius began to say, "Then that would be impossible, Bruce…

… Rumors tell that Rama-Tut was transported, by the Mother Box, to a realm that no being can either enter, or exit… Rumors say, he is trapped, yet still seeks to one day return to Arda- to reclaim his empire."

"Perhaps, he's found his way out, then?"

"Unlikely," General Fury said, "The rumored realm is believed to be the 'Quantum Real'. It's theorized to be a realm so small, it completely exists outside of space, and time…

… The only people that have been able to make any sort of progress, in proving these theories of the 'Quantum Realm', are Dr. Hank Pym, and Dr. Ray Palmer…"

"The 'shrink-tech'," Rick said.

General Fury then elaborated, "The tech that PalmerPym Tech is working on, not only can grow and shrink a person… But, in theory, it can shrink them small enough to actually enter the Quantum Realm… Or as Dr. Pym calls it, 'The Microverse'...

… Think of it similar to the Savage Lands domain..."

"So there is a chance that Narya is still alive, then?" I asked aloud.

… Maybe that's why there were no traces of her…even a tiny, shrunken version of he… at the Outpost?

"Possibly?"

"Well then we need to tell Aurora! And Shaman!"

"They know, Officer," General Fury said. He walked over towards me, and placed his hand out and on to my shoulder, "And speaking of Alpha Flight, there was an attack on their base yesterday morning… Shortly after I had departed...

Aurora and Shaman are preparing to fly back to Canada as we speak…

One of the mutants that they had given safe haven to, he went crazy. Apparently, he rampaged throughout the base- before escaping into the wilderness…

.. Both Sasquatch and Judd were KIA…"

… The room was silent for what felt like a while…

"That's another reason that we're interested in the Mauraders' plan to break into PalmerPym Tech. Coincidence or not, the only people with the tech that could, in theory, access this 'quantum Realm' - which is rumored to be the resting place of both Rama-Tut, and a Mother Box - is the location that a heist is rumored to occur? And it's being orchestrated by a gang, lead by Mr. Sinister, at that!"

"When's the heist supposedly going to occur?" Bruce asked General Fury. He walked back over to his chair, and sat back at the table. Elbows back on table, and hands back to his chin.

"Tomorrow night."

"Then what's the plan, mates…"