The Capsule Corporation headquarters was located in the eastern side of West City. At one point, the small setup was designed with minimum security, once looking completely friendly. Now, the area was adorned with barbed wire, steel gates, and many patrolling guards. The company had become rather overprotective after further generations, the owners paranoid that their assets would be pilfered from right under their nose. Tours were once given, but now clearance had to be presented in the forms of locks, passwords, and even ocular identification. This meant walking up to the forbidding spherical structure was very foolhardy, but walking up and trying to convince the owners of any kind of relations, let alone asking for a spaceship, was complete and utter mindlessness. This of course was on their minds as they attempted to enter, being denied immediate access by two opposing security guards. They were all worried a little, because with the exception of Eddy, no one else had their powers with them. And without them, guns would affect them just as plainly as anyone else.

Guard 1: "Shouldn't you punks be out at the park or something?"

Guard 2: "You don't want to be messing around here. You're liable to get shot snooping around like this."

J-Dude: "Punks? I'm sorry sir but you apparently don't understand. I am actually 35 years old. I have a rare kidney disorder. I'm here to speak to the administrator."

Guard 1: "Oh sure here we go. Lemme guess. You're mother just passed away leaving information in her will you were related to the owners of Capsule Corp, and you need money to pay for her funeral. Isn't that right 'Johnny Tremain'?"

Guard 2: "We've heard this # A million times from people more desperate looking than you. Now get lost!"

Edd: "Not one for manners are you sir!"

J-Dude: "Let me handle it Double D. Well I'm sure you've had many posers in your career, but if you'll perform a simple DNA test, we can easily solve the matter."

Guard 2: "Okay pal, but just realize that if the dots on the printout don't line up in your favor, you and your 'homies' get an 8x11 cell in the West City Correctional Facility. Just so you know what you're getting yourself into. By the way, in case you didn't take the hint, this is your queue to run wildly out of the property and hope to God that our security cameras didn't get a close-up of your faces."

But to his surprise, they didn't move a muscle. J-Dude merely motioned towards the door with his hand.

J-Dude: "No need. Care to lead the way?"

Two shut eyes and a syringe later, the results for the DNA tests came out. To the shock of the physician, the dots that show the unique lining of the chromosomes lined up well enough with both of the owners printouts. The secretary told them to go to the Level B area on floor 2, where the living quarters were. They walked in to what appeared to be a living room. They all blinked a few times, because the abrupt change in scenery as well as the alteration form blue steel walls to bright yellow wallpaper had confused them. Besides themselves there were two people in the room. One was a man with white blond hair who appeared to be 25 years old. He was sitting in a large armchair. The other was a woman who looked like she had just left high school. She had light blue hair. She was sitting at a computer. At their entrance, the woman stood up and without warning wrapped Edd in a hug. He blushed, confusedly.

Woman: "The prodigal brother returns!"

Edd: "Um…"

Edd looked to the others for help. Ed caught his eye, and put up his hand in the O.K. gesture, while giving him an enormous wink.

Ed: "Click, click!"

Edd: "Um, maam. I'm not the relative, he is."

Edd pointed at J-Dude, who was expecting the swap of embracing as soon as Edd had opened his mouth. After she had finally let go of him, the man gave a much more welcomed handshake, and the proper introductions began.

Woman: "My name's Bailey, this is my brother Boxer. As you can guess we run Capsule Corp. So you're the 12 times removed cousin of ours? I thought we were the only Brief's left."

J-Dude: "Well, I must have been on a different side then, because I'm not a Brief, I'm a Myer. Well actually that's my legal surname. My original was Payne, but this uh, left a bad impression on me."

Boxer: "I do recall a Kenneth Payne now that you mention it. That must have been it. It's hard keeping a family tree like ours put together. I mean, 23 generations is tough to keep track of. So what's your first name?"

J-Dude: "Jake, friends call me J-Dude."

Bailey: "Welcome back to the family J-Dude!"

Bailey rapped her arms once again around J-Dude. He wondered how much of this he was going to have to endure.

Bailey: "So how old are you, 15, 17?"

J-Dude was used to this by now. He only hoped that the truth would keep her from treating him like a nephew and more like an older cousin.

J-Dude: "That's a common misconception. I have a rare form of dwarfism. I'll look this young all my life. I'm 35 years old actually. Don't worry I get this a lot."

Indeed, she looked like she felt very silly and offensive. She decided to change the subject.

Bailey: "So what brings you to your roots?"

This was the part they all feared. It would be tough to ask without seeming imposing.

J-Dude: "Well to be honest, we need to borrow a spacecraft. A space station exploded, and a friend of ours was onboard. He's fine right now, but we need to check to see what happened. We would let the authorities handle it, but we feel they won't be able to act in time."

To their evident surprise, they looked at them like their politeness was unnecessary.

Bailey: "Well why didn't you say so! You can go with one of our specialist groups. We always keep the Capsule ships ready for immediate takeoff. I'll inform the team and the men in launch bay 5. Just go to Level G on floor 3, just upstairs. They should have everything ready for you by the time you get there. Good luck! We'll keep the medical team on their feet for when you get back."