Excited at the prospect of this project finally reaching a climax, Steve is in a daze as he is escorted to an antique shop. Confused, but not really operating in the same time frame as everyone else, he goes to enter the building.

But the similarities to the real world end here.

"Put your hands over your head! Now!" Steve complies, as does his escort. He is pushed forward, right in front of a gun whose owner he can't see. It's an unknown enemy, recognized only by it's voice and obvious threat. Steve's mind has ceased to function on a human level, and his primordial instincts tell him this an enemy he cannot ignore.

Using his intuition, he has enough strategy, or perhaps luck, to wait until his opponent is at least slightly preoccupied. Then he attacks with pent-up energy, emotions stored inside him for as long as his DNA has been being developed. He jumps backwards, into his assailant, using his kinetic force to knock him over, coupled, naturally, with his element of surprise.

The mugger is caught off-guard by the unexpected attack. As he falls to the ground, gunfire shatters the relative silence. Several guns, each with it's own particular rhythm and sound, project bullets in Steve's general direction. He hears them rip into his escort, who falls to the ground, splattered with blood. He feels as they tear into his flesh, delving his mind further into it's primeval recess, blocking all but animalistic logic. Engulfed in the fiery pain of the bullets, he falls to the ground as well, laying in a pool of his own blood.

The last thing he saw before everything went black was strange people, people he didn't know, rushing out of the antique shop, guns in hand. As his sight grew darker, he saw them begin to shoot in seemingly random directions, and he watched as some of them in their own blood just as he did, and he listened as he heard screams from people he couldn't see.

But the darkness soon overcame him…