Violet watched behind the tinted face shield as Colton Jr. and Senior were placed within FBI custody and placed into their transport vans to be booked for their involvement in terrorist activity. She was happy to see some minute form of justice would be served but she was still disappointed for how things didn't turn out her way.

She had wanted to interrogate the bastard who sought to wipe out a whole generation of supers. She had wanted to make a real example out of them. She still wanted the world to know about what he and others within the NSA did. She also wished that this method of giving up her ideal form of justice would have afforded her the opportunity to save a man from himself. But it was clear that he only wanted to set the world on fire after all.

Looking to her family again, Violet dreaded the weeks that were to come. News about Syndrome's return on the TV, the interviews and interrogations that would take place, the trial. To top it off, Dash would likely never let her live it down that she slept with a villain but she deserved that ridicule.

Boarding Syndrome's aircraft again, Violet removed the mask and seated herself in the pilot's seat as she waited for her family to settle in.

"That suit is pretty cool Vi, I gotta say," Dash said as he made his way up to the open cockpit and took the co-pilot chair. "And I don't think I've ever seen you so fluid in a fight like that before! And oh, oh, oh, the faces that people make when they try to punch you but hit thin but solid air?! It's hilarious!"

"I just want to know why nobody ever asked why an oil family would have so much security on their personal property," Helen started from the back of the aircraft.

"Well, I just want to know which one of Syndrome's buddies we can put away next!" Bob said as he closed the sealed door. "Tell me you got some names for us, kiddo!"

Violet smiled weakly and shrugged as she looked over the controls. She nearly hit the coordinates for 'home' but recalled that it wasn't actually her home anymore. But she didn't know what was home either. Rick briefly mentioned that Violet Parr was as good as dead. There was no pulling her back out of the wreckage that Syndrome made, not after hundreds of thousands of people heard on the news that she had died. And going with the angle that she was kidnapped by Syndrome would cause questions for sure, leading someone to eventually wonder why someone as influential and devious as Syndrome would ever want to keep a corporate intern hostage.

Why would he see her as anything other than a tool to be used for his advantage?

"I dunno, dad. I know this is fun and all but I'd really just like to go home."

"Well sure sweetie, we can take a breather. We'll get you settled back in with us and then after a few days we can go bag the next ones!"

Violet smiled and nodded before looking at her mother. Standing up again, Violet offered the pilot's seat to her and retreated to the back of the aircraft.

"Was there anything back at Syndrome's that you wanted to pick up and take home?"

"Apple, the dog that we-..." Violet said quietly but shook her head. "I'm pretty sure that Winston already has dibs on her."


Mirage resisted the urge to rub at her eyes as she made her way up the elevator in Buddy's mansion. There was a good deal of surprises as of late for the white hat. Her former employer and lover was still alive, and that was the same case for the daughter of Mr. Incredible. It was obvious that the two were working together to both help their own selfish needs as of late and it was very apparent that the two were not only business partners but deeply intimate as well. The biggest surprise of today was a toss-up however was between Buddy Pine actually having a heart or the fact that he had a dog.

A dog that was getting its slobber on her very expensive skirt.

"Does any one of you know where Winston is?" Mirage shouted as she walked out of the elevator with Apple running ahead to greet an agent. "He left me with this thing, said it would be 20 minutes and that was almost four hours ago!"

"Agent Mirage, I think you should calm down," came the voice of Rick Dicker who emerged from the kitchen with two cups of coffee and he held one out to her. "I believe he took Buddy's car out for a bit of a joy ride. I'm sure he'll be back soon, if the car hasn't run out of gas that is anyway."

Mirage took the cup gratefully and shook her head. "I can't believe that man used to be a government agent."

"I'm sure some folks think the same thing of you," Dicker said with a half-smirk. "Former villainess turned to one of the top agents the NSA has… Pretty unbelievable if you ask me."

Mirage smirked and eyed the domain they stood in with scrutiny. The interior design of the place was worse than the last place she recalled Buddy owning. Maybe worse wasn't it, but it was simpler. Less even.

"I can't believe I didn't notice that he was still around."

"Nobody is going to blame you for that, the guy was supposed to have gone through a jet engine. Not even a super could survive that."

"That man was always trying to do the impossible," Mirage noted before moving towards the fireplace. "Nearly got away with it all too had he not bit more than he could chew."

The front doors opened and all eyes were on a bloodied agent who was staggering into the room. Dicker recognized that it was one of the drivers in Syndrome's escort mission. The seasoned agents set their mugs aside and approached the wounded man.

"Sir, we were attacked en route," the man breathed as he was ushered into the building and led to the couch to rest as another man sought out a medical kit.

"By who? How long ago?" Dicker asked and the man shook his head.

"About three hours ago. I'm not sure, but they took the prisoner and Mr. Deavor as well."

Dicker shook his head and looked to Mirage for assistance on this but she was just as confused as she was. Either Syndrom was right about the NSA having corruption being deeper than previously anticipated, or this was another getaway plan made in haste. He just wished that Winston wasn't with him where he was.

"Someone call it in and put a blockade on all airspaces," Mirage ordered as she turned for Syndrome's lab again. Dicker, you better let the Incredible's know."

Dicker sighed and nodded as he headed for the phone in Syndrome's den. When he got only the answering machine he hung up before he was prompted to leave a message by the voice of Helen Parr.

This news might be better to hear in person.


Violet awoke with a start the next morning. She had hoped it was all a dream, or in this case a nightmare but even as she entered a lucid state she could feel his hands on her hips. Still taste his lips. The warmth of his arms around her. Did she ever hear his heartbeat, or was he really an unfeeling machine?

Pulling herself from bed, Violet moved to get out of the room. It would be likely that the paparazzi would be all over the return of Syndrome and as much as it pained her to admit she still wanted to see his face.

Violet made her way downstairs in her nightgown and set her trajectory for the television but she stopped at the bottom of the staircase to see her parents sharing coffee with Dicker. Violet looked down in shame and entered the room, seating herself at the table.

"I need to say something."

"Violet, before you do you should hear out what Rick needs to tell you," her father stated and Violet shook her head.

"It was foolish of me to believe anything that Syndrome had to say. I know that I'm a liability to the NSA but I'm willing to go against him in court. I don't care what form I go in there as, Invisigirl, Violet, hell- even as WatchDog, though that will be difficult considering that WatchDog is supposed to be mute but-"

"Syndrome's missing," Rick interrupted suddenly.

Violet's eyes widened and she struggled to ask the question but the NSA veteran was ready to fill the super in.

"Syndrome was taken on the way to Westburg. We don't know who could have done it. We don't know if he is complicit in this recent development. We only know that he was taken by men who killed some fine agents, and we believe that Winston was taken as well."

"We have to find them!" Violet blurted out and Rick nodded in agreement.

"We are doing everything we can."

"Fuck that! Everything you can?! Syndrome was living the high life for a decade and no one even knew! We don't have ten years to wait for him to pop back up again, and that's assuming if he is in on this!" Violet said quickly as she pushed away from the table by her mother's arms were on her shoulders as she stood from the other side of the room.

"Violet, if you know anything about this you need to let Rick know and they can pursue this further. We can't have you go rushing in on this, we don't know if it's money they are looking for or if Winston is a hostage-"

Violet shook her head as she sat down at the table again, remembering what Buddy had said to her in his den yesterday and even before that he had prophesied even earlier.

That she was the death of him.

"I've killed him... Oh God, I've killed him too."