If you were to ask you, Otto Harlan would be the first to tell you that he was a simple man, and enjoyed the simplest things in life. Power, money, women, good looks, and seeing his enemies, or perhaps an un-submissive underling, being tortured before his eyes, nothing too complicated. Occasionally, he would splurge on a luxury, and maybe torture his enemies himself. He might even kill them, if he really felt like pampering himself.

Tonight, was a very special night for him. A night he had been waiting for, for quite some time.

He sat on his couch, his black hair was gelled to perfection. To top it off, he wore his favorite suit, made straight from the He wore the softest suit, made of silk imported from the country of Laos.

His brown eyes flittered across the room, impatiently awaiting his guests. He wanted them to hurry up and show up, but he would wait. The buildup was an important part of the moment. This was to be perfect.

It was then, that he heard a knocking on the outside of his door.

"Oh, Otto!" Came two high pitched, sing song voices from the other side of the door. The man smiled. This is what he had been waiting for.

"Ladies, what's taking so long," Otto called back, playfully, "Do you enjoy watching me suffer?"

There was a pair of giggles coming from the other side of the door.

"Maybe!" The two called, and at that moment, they slowly opened the door revealing themselves.

They were the Gardner twins, Nanette and Elsie, and were perhaps some of the two most beautiful people he knew. Both had the figures of an angel, and were at the tender age of twenty-four, fourteen years younger them himself. Best of all, however, was they were completely devoted to him. They knew what kind of a man he was, and what his line of work included, and neither of them cared.

They came in the room, each wearing matching short, red, dresses. He grinned. This was going to be fun.

The younger of the two, Elsie, scanned her eyes across the room, than looked back at him.

"Where's Clea?" She asked, innocently. Otto let out a sigh.

Clea, his fiancée. If the Gardner twins were angels, the Clea was the queen of all heavenly beings. She was the most beautiful ever to live, in his eyes. Brunette hair to her back, shining blue eyes and some of the fairest skin he had ever seen. However, she had something that set her apart from the rest of girls. She didn't willing accept everything he did. She was opinionated. She didn't care that he was handsome, or power beyond belief. When she was angry at him, and he bought her a gift, it didn't matter how expensive it was, she would scold him for trying to buy her love. It was because of that, he presumed, why he loved her so much. No matter how hard he tried, she would never be fully dominated. She would always think, and speak for herself. She would never be his puppet.

That was exactly why she wasn't here that night. Part of those thoughts, was that she wouldn't let him be with other women. He didn't know why, though.

"You see, darling," he explained to the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Clea's afraid that my being with you two, would cause me to not love her any more. I don't want her to worry." He smiled, "That's why, I'm having our special nights this week, because she's in Cambridge with family."

"Oh," Elsie sighed, sounding slightly disappointed. Nanette placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, and smiled.

"Elsie, you wouldn't want Ms. Clea to be worried, would you?" she asked. The younger sister shook her head.

"You're right," she replied, still slightly disappointed. However, she perked right back up, something cheering her up. Otto assumed it was because she remembered; she was spending the night with him.

Before Otto even got the chance to start to enjoy the night, however, his phone rang. It wasn't just any phone, though

He had three cell phones. His casual phone, for conversations between him and Clea; his work phone, for his business; and last of all, his emergency phones, in case something was going horribly wrong in one of his schemes. His ringtone was the Overture to Midsummer Night's Dream. His emergency phone.

It was a well known fact between Otto Harlan's workers that he didn't run an entirely "legal" business. "Mogola", a company that designed software for electronic products. Games, apps, you name it, they made it. However, what they were most notable for, was designing programs to go with Fission Chips products, the company that belonged to the notorious Jon Spiro. People reasoned that because of the connection, "Mogala" had the same criminal connections Fission Chips had.

They were right.

Otto had been very good friends with Jon Spiro. The man had taught him everything he knew about running a successful business. Considering the fact he knew absolutely nothing about computers and technology, and he was one of the top businesses for it in the world, it was a successful teaching.

When Spiro had gone the prison, seemingly insane, he was inconsolable for a week.

He had gotten over that, though. He knew now, that mourning for Spiro would do nothing to help him. Instead, he spent three years of his life plotting. In those years of plotting. It was, he was happy to say, probably his greatest plot he had ever come up with. Not even Spiro had come up with something that was quite this caliber. And this plan was certain to go absolutely perfect, for he had recruited the best of the best.

He walked into the room, with a scowl on his face. The room was filled with large computer and television screens; even the ceiling was a screen. The floor was almost mirror like, and reflected the images from various screens.

He referred to this room as the "bat cave", for one reason.

The rooms sole inhabitant, was relaxed on a reclining chair, resting his hands behind his head. His feet were propped up on his desk, and his eyes were closed. On his head, was a pair of giant headphones, probably blasting some techno-rap ballad into his ears. His eyes were closed, and he didn't even appear to notice he had walked into the room. He was slightly bobbing his head to the beat of the music.

This man was named Rufus Larson.

"Glad to see you could leave your date, to come visit little old me," he said, his eyes not even opening. Otto was slightly taken aback. The man had not even opened his eyes, and Otto could hear the beat of whatever he was listening to from where he was standing.

Larson opened his blue eyes, and smiled at him.

"Are you going to stand there and gape all day, or do you want to know why I've summoned you from your special night with the Gardners?"

Otto scowled at him.

"How do you know about that?"

His blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

"I wasn't spying on you, if that's what you think," he replied, and used his feet to spin his chair towards a different computer monitor. "So, it turns out that whoever told you about the time traveler's location wasn't lying."

He types something rapidly into the keyboard, and pulled up security camera footage. In it, it showed the outside of a café called "Tisdale's". But it was the people walking into it that had him interested.

There was a large, bald man, accompanied by four young boys. Two looked like they were teenagers, and the other two were toddlers. He smiled, and looked at one of the boys. It was him.

"So, we've got him," he said, triumphantly. Everything was going according to plan. It was perfect.

"Well, maybe," Larson said, and fast forwarded the tape.

He saw it. A large explosion coming from a building. Windows everywhere shattered, and people started screaming. However, the building wasn't the one where the time traveler had gone into. It was the one exactly next to it.

"Damn."

Artemis had no idea what had just happen. It all happened There was a loud booming sound, followed quickly by all the glass in building shattering. He didn't have time to process what happened, as Butler quickly snatched him and the twins up, and ran him out of the building.

Now, he was staring at the remains of the building, and had figured out what happened. The establishment right next to the café they were at, some poor book shop, had exploded. There was a wall of smoke coming from the windows of the remains of the establishment. People everywhere were reacting as humans did when things went wrong. Some people were running and screaming, convinced that they were going to die while others just stood in shock, holding up their video phones at the scene.

"Artemis!" Butler snapped, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked up at his bodyguard, his usual serious look even more so then usual.

"What?" he asked.

"You were chanting 'four'."

Artemis paled. He didn't even know he was doing that. He didn't think he was too scared of the situation. After all, he had faced many life-threatening situations in his life. Maybe it was the fact that he knew that those poor people in that book shop didn't even have a chance. He knew that people had died.

Each of them was holding one of the twins, Beckett with Artemis, and Myles with Butler. Both of them were silently sobbing, which was understandable. Many adults at the scene were crying as well. However, neither him nor Butler were soothing them. Butler was scanning the situation, trying to find more dangers. As for Artemis, he honestly didn't know how to do so.

Something hit him.

"Where's Beckett?" He asked.

Artemis started looking through the crowd, to see if he could find his time traveling brother. What if he had died in that explosion? Or what if he was trapped inside? What if…

"Artemis!" He heard a familiar voice from behind him. Artemis whipped around, and saw a slightly shimmer behind him.

"Holly," He sighed in relief.

"Thank god you two are alright," she whispered. Naturally, she was trying to stay quiet. People were paranoid enough now as it was, they didn't need to think the wind was talking, "Is everybody safe?"

Artemis shook his head, and was silent.

Butler walked up to the two, and placed the sobbing Myles down near Artemis.

"Holly, guard them with your life," he commanded. Holly raised an eyebrow, not that they could see from the shimmer.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"Beckett's still in there," he said simply, and made a dash towards the café.

Holly looked at the two twins. Why could situations with Artemis never be simple.

"Isn't Beckett right there?"

Sorry about the wait. School's back in session, and I'm having to study for finals...

But I've updated, and introduced some of the villains of the story. I had fun writing this chapter, and I'm having fun writing the next chapter as well! Hopefully, it will take less then a week to get the next chapter up!

Anyways, I'm off to do homework. Hope you've enjoyed this chapter!