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What is the definition of a double ganger? It is a ghostly double or a counterpart of living person. Is it possible that each and every one of us have our own double gangers? Maybe someone that looks, breathes, even has the same tendencies as us. What if there is a completely different realm where our entire counterpart lives. Well my dear the realm we live in isn’t the only realm there is; the truth is our double gangers all live in a different realm. No they don’t have the same friends or even the personality as we do. Just like twins we share some characteristics with our double gangers, but for the most part we are complete opposites. There is a problem arising with the two realms we live in, they are merging. I have come from the future to tell you that you must find a solution to this problem before your double gangers find you and destroy you. You will cease to exist in this new world. I know that this is something difficult to ask of you; to fight against yourself seems nearly impossible. You need to find a way to keep the two worlds from splitting. Some of you are scientist, reporters, army men in your world; you need to join your skills together and stop the two worlds from merging. Once the two worlds merge you will be forced to kill off your counterparts with no exceptions.

Your Mission: Try to come up with a way to stop the two realms from merging. You will be provided with jump devices that will allow you to jump from realm to realm (Not just the two I am speaking of). If you fail to stop the merger then essentially you will have to prepare for a war. The double ganger world is evil, and will bring earth to her knees if you do not stop this reaction. Please for the sake of a better future do all you can to bring success into your hands. I have called upon you few because you alone hold power that is inexpressible. Only you hold the sort of power that will be able to stop your counterparts if the worlds collide. Now isn’t the time to become afraid or insecure of you. Your powers are now fully developed so use them to save the world as you know it; or the ones you love will surely perish.

Character Sheets:

Name: (First and Last Name)

Age:

Occupation:

Appearance:

Special Skill: (This can be anything modern for example: If you’re great at computers or
great people skills you are allowed to have up to three)

Super Power: (You can choose up to two)

Along with anything else you would like to include

*Also please make another character sheet for your double ganger, which is completely different from the first.

(Powers to choose from)
Didn’t feel like listing them all 😀

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_superhuman_features_and_abilities_in_fiction

You can also make up your own powers and stuff.

(Tell me if I need to edit)
 
I like to wait and see what everyone else posts befo' I join. It worked for Rise of the Fallen exceedingly well, so I will do it again because I'm hardcore like that. ;D
 
Name: Lafayette Hubbard

Age: 24

Occupation: Electrical Engineer.

Appearance:
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Special Skill:
Intelligent. Good with electrical components and computers.

Super Power:
Electric Manipulation - Ability to create and manipulate electricity.
Electrical Transportation - Ability to travel through electric conduits.

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Lafayette, or L as his friends called him, used to be an electrical engineer. A few months back he was involved in a strange incident with a generator, which short wired and almost killed him. He somehow managed to survive, but the side effects were nothing short of frightening. He had slowly begun to manipulate electricity. It occurred randomly, but didn't cause too much of a problem most of the time so he carried on as normal as he could.

As time went by, it became fiercer, forcing L to quit his job. He became withdrawn, staying inside with the curtains closed and the doors locked.
L feared for his life, scared of what future lay ahead of him. What was he becoming? He was too afraid to do anything, but then a messenger came to him from the future. It shocked him even more than his ability to control electricity and for the first time in months all he could think about was getting out of the house.

He wasn't sure where the messenger had gone or how long it had been since he could no longer here the person speaking. He just cradled himself in the corner of the room and rocked. Small bursts of electricty ran across his brow attacking the beads of sweat that was rolling down it. It didn't hurt at all, maybe just a slight tingle.

L held his hands up to his face. Several more bursts were expelled from his palms as well due to his clammy hands. He pressed his open palms against his face and rubbed his hands into his face vigorously, with no real reason for doing so. He let out a soft groan and fell to his side. He looked at his hands and stared at the electrical bursts dancing across his palms.

He would never be able to touch anyone again, never able to hold someones hands, or feel their faces. The future person said the powers were fully developed, but what was the point of that if he couldn't even control it.
It was all too much to take in. Another realm, and another version of him that wanted to kill him? He knew the person hadn't been lying either. He could tell it wasn't some person who broke in, because they'd hurt of the crazed man who lived on 122 Smith Lane.

Besides, it wasn't hard to believe in the impossible after seeing electric bursts expel out of your hands and blow up the television. He wanted to cry again, just as he had most nights. He remembered the blue electric current that followed the tears as they stained his cheeks. It made him feel guilty for some reason. He managed to pull himself up and he slowly stumbled across the room. He was starving and out of energy. Every footstep felt like it was taking all of his strength to complete.

He managed to make it to a window. He pushed the curtains aside, and pressed his hands against the glass, and ignored the soft vibration caused by the current from his palms against the glass. He leaned his head against the window and peered out. It was dark now. The only light came from the streetlamp outside his house. The lightbulb went bright and then suddenly exploded. L he felt a tingle in his eyes. He shut them instantly and drew back, away from the window. He fell on his knees and stared at the floor. He wasn't safe outside. He wasn't safe anywhere.
 
Character Sheets:

Name: Kate White

Age: 23 yrs old

Occupation: Paralegal

Appearance: Stands at about 5'6, blonde hair blue eyes, light skin, no tattoos or scars...More will be explained in posts

Special Skill: Exceptional Typist, Charismatic, Smart, can orgnanize plans like nobody's business

Super Power: Sonic Scream
Wallcrawling ( Really in love with this power lol)


~ Kate White sucked in one more breath doing her best to try to hold in all the air she possibly could in. She was currently smashed into the side of an elevator shaft, and into the side of an overly large male who thought amusing to try to squeeze himself into an already crowded elevator box. The man smelled of rotten onions, mixed with some cologne. Kate watched the numbers change on the top of the elevator doors, waiting for the dial to hit number nine. That was the floor she worked on as a paralegal to Martin Storm. One of the most powerful attorneys in their firm. The dial was moving so slow, and Kate felt as if she was literally losing air. It had been about three months sinced she was transferred to this firm due to unusal circumstances.

Just months before Kate was sitting across the desk of a lawyer named Samantha Curan who was chewing her out. Samantha Curan lost her case because in her words "Kate sat on her lazy ass, and didn't give Samantha the information she needed." As usual Kate sat there with her legs crossed clutching her hands in her lap trying not to retaliated with words of her own. God only knew what Samantha would do if Kate even tried to defend herself. She would probably be fired and out on her ass. The job was the only thing that kept her head over the water when it came to the bills, and taking care of herself. This time was different from all the others, Kate felt as if something was rising in her throat. It felt as if she were about to vomit.

Kate's inside churned violently as she felt anger, and sickness building up inside of her. Kate stood up swaying a bit, which brought Samantha from behind her desk.

"Where the hell do you think you're going Kate." Samantha said jabbing her pointy little finger into Kate's chest. "Sit your ass down, I'm not done."

Kate clenched her hands at her side, trying to calm herself down. "Shut up!" Kate yelled loudly.

What happened next surprised even Kate. A blast was sent from her mouth that flung poor Samantha into the wall killing her instantly. This alarmed all the personal causing the biggest scene of plain old Kate's life. Kate stood there confused clasping her hands over her mouth as she looked at Samantha's dead body. Right after Kate found herself climbing walls, and running from the cops. That is until the swat team was called in. Eventually Kate found herself taken down, and meeting Mr. Something or other the name she couldn't remember. He told her that she was different and immediately placed her into another firm. From then on Kate's name was changed, along with her eye color hair, and everything else permentally. After that Kate was trained every other day in controlling her powers.

Finally the dial hit nine, and the loud ding pulled Kate from her old thoughts. "Excuse me." Kate said pushing the fat man aside. She stepped out into her floor taking a deep breath as if she had been suffocating. She took in the smell of coffee and pastries and she made her way to Martin's office.
 
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Name: James Gunn

Age: 22

Occupation: Con Artist

Appearance:
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Special Skill: Con Artist ones - like being quick with his hands, being able to distract people, improvising on the spot when something doesn't go to plan. Also thieving skills, like hot wiring cars and stealing stuff.

Super Power: Teleportation. X Ray vision.


The men were all sat around a round table in an abandoned warehouse. There was a steady drip of rain way above their heads. Discarded pieces of junk, cardboard boxes and building equipment lay strewn between giant metal poles that kept the structure up. They were not fussy about their surroundings however, rather the game in hand.

A young man lolled back in his chair, unfazed by the gangsters he was surrounded by. A cigarette hung out of the corner of his mouth and smoke lazily drifted past his amber eyes. He glanced quickly at his cards once they were dealt but did not change his expression. He noted the reactions of the other players. A skinny man with a hard face gave a quick smile of satisfaction, the man next to him with a jagged scar running from his eye straight down to his neck tapped his temple. All of these would act as tells. The two players before him tossed in some money to the centre of the table, a small blind and a big blind.

'You raise?' A harsh, heavily accented voice addressed the young man.

'Nah,' he answered slowly and matched the big blind. The round continued. The first card was being flipped over when James felt a sudden dart of pain behind his eyes. He winced and the players quickly anaylsed his reaction. He folded, pushing his cards away, needing some fresh air to clear his head. He walked out of the building and turned the collar of his coat up to protect himself from the rain. It did not seem to allieviate the pain at all, though, and it felt as though someone was forcing red hot pokers through his eyes. He shut them, vainly hoping the pain might stop. After a while, it receeded and he forced his eyes open.

'What the fuck?!'

His voice echoed over the industrial site, scaring a few birds away that were pecking at polythene sheets. He could see right through the corragated iron of the warehouse as though it was made of glass. He could see the four players sitting at the table. He could see their cards too.

'Oh, hell yes,' he chuckled to himself. He shut his eyes again, to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Opening again, his vision had returned to normal. Shut. Open. X Ray vision. Shut. Open. Normal vision. Man, he could control it too. This was awesome.

The men were getting more and more confused. The young man was too good at this game. It didn't matter who dealt or what pack of cards they used, he would win. Their money piles were slowly dwindling as his was growing. He must be cheating but they couldn't work out how. He was getting more and more cocky as the game went on, offering to lend cash out to the other players.

James could notice the other men getting more and more antsy and realised that he should've played it a bit better, maybe not and tried to win every single game there was. He was having too much fun with his xray vision that allowed him to see everyone's cards to care, though.

'No!' the man with the scarred face shouted in a thick Russian accent, standing up to intimidate James. He got a knuckleduster out of his pocket and put it on, balling his fist. James backed up slowly, the chair he was sitting on falling over. The rest of the players stood up too, following the scarred man's example. One even had a gun. James swore quietly under his breath and glanced around for the best escape plan. He'd been in worse situations than this. The only door was behind them and there was not much chance he could get through them. He thought firmly of places he'd rather be right now. He wanted to be home, in his flat downtown with it's beaten brown leather sofa that you could sink into, with a cold beer. He did not want to be stuck in a cold, damp warehouse with men that were willing to kill him to get their money back. He imagined the sofa with all its tears.

He gulped and blinked as the men took another step closer to him. No sooner had he opened his eyes again was he back at home. He was surrounded by the familar smell of chips and beer that seemed to permeate his flat. There were no Eastern European gangsters, instead his TV and books on finance, religion and fine art tossed on the floor.

'Oh man, this is awesome!'
 
Name: Logan Terri

Age: 27

Occupation: Medical doctor/Surgeon

Appearance: Logan stands tall of 6 feet 2 inches. He has short spiked blonde hair and green eyes.

Special Skill: Hand-to-hand combat, extreme sports - ranging from rock climbing to stunt driving to sky diving, medical stuff

Super Power:
Superspeed
Power negation - Ability to cancel the superpowers of others.

It was late and Logan could barely keep his eyes open as his pulled up to a red light. He looked down at the clock radio, reading 3:43am. He looked around and the streets were dead. He turned on the radio hoping it might keep him awake til he got home. He saw out of the corner of his eye that the light had turned green, so he looked up to drive off. But just as he looked up, two men in leather jackets and motorcycle helmets on were infront. One had a semi-automatic gun and pointed it towards the car and yelled "Get out!". Logan quickly put his arms up and slowly got out of the car. He knows a car jacking when he sees one.

As Logan got out of the car, the man without a weapon pulled off his helmet and pushed Logan out of the way to get into the car. Logan had seen his face as clear as day. "What are you, an idiot? He's seen your face now. Kill him." The man with the gun yelled out to his partner in crime.

The unarmed man quickly got out of the car and pushed Logan to the ground hard. Logan looked up fearing for his life, could see that the unarmed man pulled his hands back as if he was holding a bowling ball in them. He put his hands up to cover his face. When a few seconds past he looked through his fingers and saw his dumbfounded face on the carjacker.

"Whats wrong, kill him already." The armed man yelled.

"I can't. My power isn't working. I think I lost it."

"What, how is that possible?"

"I don't know."

"Let's just get the hell out of here."

Both men jumped into the car, as Logan was just as confused as they were, maybe even more so. What did he mean by 'power'? Logan thought to himself. The car drove off, and Logan thinking of his property and maybe a bit of heroism decided to run after his car, knowing he would never be able to catch up to it. But as he started to run after it, he noticed he was running faster and faster. He was running so fast, he ended up overtaking the car itself and just kept going and going. Finally after several seconds he managed to slow down. But he had no clue where he was.

That was a while ago now. Logan has learned to control his abilities since then. He even noticed that he can move so fast that he can vibrate his molecules to separate, allowing him to run through walls.
 
James ripped off the bottle cap with his teeth and raised the bottle of beer to his lips. As he felt the cold of glass against his mouth and the condensation drip down his chin, something flickered in the corner of his eye.

He now lived in a brand new apartment. With his new powers, he had racked up an absolute fortune. In the brief few weeks since he had first discovered his powers, he had managed to hone them to quite a degree. He no longer had to blink to turn his xray vision on, he could simply choose. If he focused, it would just happen. It was the same with his transportation. He was limited, he had to know what the place he was transporting to looked like but most bankvaults full of money look the same. He still had the worn, brown, leather sofa though with all its cracks and tears. It looked slightly out of place amongst all the chrome and glass of the penthouse apartment he had bought in the centre of town.

He turned, quickly. He had bought the apartment for the very reason it was anonymous and he could buy it with cash without any questions being asked. He did not know anyone apart from friends to know where he was. In the 6 years he'd been a conman and petty thief, he'd made many enemies. There was no one behind him, he was completely alone. He took a deep, relieved breath. However, a small silver device had appeared in the middle of the 18 seat glass dining table that hadn't been there before. It was spinnng, as though it had been quickly been placed. He walked cautiously over to it, taking small steps towards the table. He reached a corner and no one had attacked him yet. He set the bottle down on the table so his hands were free and reached over. Placing his hand over the object, he stopped it moving. It was warm to the touch and was made of what he could only guess was some sort of metal. It felt almost like a liquid, though.

James shrugged. Weirder things had happened. He could be in Russia in a matter of seconds just by thinking of the domes of Moscow. He picked it up, wondering if pressing any of the buttons would be a good idea. Well, he didn't get to where he was now by being a pussy. His finger brushed over one of the circles on it, causing it to crackle loudly like speakers. He laid it back down, slightly worried at to what it would do next. It lit up, a blue glow emanating from it, and a female voice started to speak.

"What is the definition of a double ganger? It is a ghostly double or a counterpart of living person. Is it possible that each and every one of us have our own double gangers? Maybe someone that looks, breathes, even has the same tendencies as us. What if there is a completely different realm where our entire counterpart lives...."

It continued and James felt himself becoming more and more confused. How did someone get into his apartment in the first place? There were doormen at the front of the building, security cameras and clearance on each level and his own frontdoor had an 18 number password. It wasn't that he was paranoid or anything, just staying safe. He could afford to at any rate.

".... Now isn?t the time to become afraid or insecure of you. Your powers are now fully developed so use them to save the world as you know it; or the ones you love will surely perish."

The voice stopped for one moment, allowing James to take everything in.

"This is your jump device."
 
Logan pulled the keys to his apartment out of his pocket while holding a briefcase in his other hand. He was looking at the ground as he continued to walk towards the door, the keys clanging together as he flipped through each key until he got the one he wanted. He slid the key into the keyhole of his luxury apartment and the door opened.

Logan walked in the door to see the hallway with a small table with flowers in the center right near the door. He threw his keys on the table and turned to enter his security code for the alarm. He closed the door and locked it, and re-entered his code to enable the alarm again. He walked down the hallway, walking past two doors, one on the left and one on the right. He continued until he entered the main area, where his kitchen, dining room, and living room coincided. Logan put his briefcase on the bench in the kitchen and proceeded to the kitchen fridge to grab yoghurt. He turned to the bench to grab a spoon from the draw, which is when he noticed a metal object that was sitting there. Logan remembers when he put the briefcase down that nothing but the phone and fruit bowl was on top of that bench.

Logan picked up the object and observed it for a second. He saw a button on the object and without hesitating he pressed it.

"What is the definition of a double ganger? It is a ghostly double or a counterpart of living person. Is it possible that each and every one of us have our own double gangers? Maybe someone that looks, breathes, even has the same tendencies as us. What if there is a completely different realm where our entire counterpart lives...." The recording went on to say.

As he listened to the recording, Logan moved around to the lounge and sat down. He didn’t know what to feel or think. Was this even real, or some practical joke? But with the recent changes in Logan’s life he wouldn’t be that surprised if it was real. The real question he should be asking himself is what to do next.

Several minutes passed and the phone rang. It took a few rings before Logan snapped back into reality, still taking in all that he heard. He picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Logan Terri?"

"Yes, this is he. Who is this?"

"I am Jason Hart and I work for the government of a special branch. Your nation is in need of your service. You must come here and we'll brief you further."

"What? Do I have a choice?"

"No Dr. Terri. We are on our way to pick you up right now. Do not move."

As the phone hangs up, he sits down again, trying to understand all thats going on. First a mysterious metal object, now the government are coming for me. It was all so confusing.
 
Lafayette opened his eyes tiredly. His ears picked up on an unusual noise coming from somewhere downstairs. He lifted himself up with his arms and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, trying to shake the cobwebs away. The noise coming from downstairs was beginning to annoy him now.

He pricked his ears and listened. It sounded somewhat like a person walking around. He had no family left, and the few friends he had had already given up on trying to talk to him. He got up from the floor he fell asleep on and walked quietly to the door of his bedroom. He pressed his ear against the hard wooden frame of the door and listened again.

Footsteps, several in fact, were coming from somewhere downstairs. He turned back to his room, looking for some sort of weapon. He couldn't see anything in the dark. His powers had caused most of the electrical appliances and wiring in his house to malfunction. The lights flickered, but mostly just stopped working now.

He felt his way back to his bed, bent down and dug underneathe it. He rummaged around until he felt what he had been looking for. He gripped the baseball bat and pulled it out. L made his way back to his door, and turned the handle as quietly as he could.

He poked his head out and listened again. Someone was coming up the stairs. He noticed their shadow slowly growing larger on the side of the wall as they ascended the staircase. He moved out of his room and dared to glance over the railing.

"Nothing downstairs, I'm going to check up here," said a man, his tone making it seem like he was rather annoyed. L's eyes widened. He ran across to the otherside of the staircase and pressed his back against the wall, holding the bat firmly in his hands. The shadow of the man appeared at the top step now. "Stuffy as fuck in here," he mumbled. L swung the baseball bat around, and he felt it hit home. It smashed into the man, hitting him across the chest and right shoulder. The man screamed and fell backwards, tumbling back down the stairs.

"John? Everything okay!? Did you find Hubbard?" shouted another person. He heard rushed footsteps coming towards the staircase now. L ducked behind the wall again and peeked from behind it. Three men were at the bottom of his staircase. One, the man he hit with the baseball bat, lay on the floor holding his shoulder, and the two others had just appeared. They were all dressed in expensive black suits. "My ****ing shoulder!" the one on the floor yelled. "He's up there." The other two glanced up the staircase, L ducked again.

"Mr. Hubbard? I'm Agent Forsythe. We don't mean you any harm, but you need to come with us," said one of the men stepping onto the first step.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" L shouted, gripping the bat tightly in his hands, but not moving out from behind the wall.
"We've come for you, sir. You have to come with us."
"Im not going anywhere."
"Your life... our lives depend on it sir... you're not yourself am I right?"
"I'm not myself? I fucking know that!"
"We can help you, Lafayette. You just need to come with us."
"What are you? The Men in Black? Get the hell out of my house!"
"We can't talk about it here, but yes, we're with the government. You have to come with us, Sir," the man's footsteps were getting nearer.
"Don't make the same mistake your friend made," L said. The man ignored him and continued up the staircase.

L became nervous now. What did these people want. He couldn't trust them. "How do I know you aint lying?" he shouted. He heard some ruffling from below. "I can show you my badge, sir, just show yourself," said the agent. L breathed in heavily. He poked his head around the corner, and glanced down the staircase. The man was holding what appeared to be a badge. L moved out from behind the wall reluctantly. As soon as he did, the agent pulled out a gun. "Don't move, sir, just a precautionary measure," the agent said advancing on L. L instinctively jumped back behind the wall, and immediately a shot rang out. He noticed they weren't firing bullets though, but some kind of dart. He looked to the window on his right and ran for it, noticing that the agent was already running up the stairs now.

He looked out the window only to find several other people lurking outside his house. What the hell to do now? The agent was up the stairs already. L turned, and faced the man. He was young, probably the same age as L, but he looked tired. "We don't mean you any harm. I promise you...," said the agent walking towards L, the gun aimed at him. L felt a tingle in his eye again and the warmth of the current as it flowed across his palms.

Short blue bursts danced across his palms now. He noticed the agent had tensed up, and had stopped. L felt his arms vibrating slowly, the surge of energy flowing inside him overwhelmed his senses, and without thinking about it he held his hands up and a strong electric burst shot out towards the agent. It hit the man in the chest, knocking him off his feet and throwing him into the bathroom door. The man crumpled to the ground and laid there motionless.

L noticed the agents gun on the floor and ran towards it. The door to his house smashed open suddenly and he heard voices yelling. "We've got two agent's down, target is hostile!" someone shouted from downstairs. L ran back into his room and locked it behind him. He retreated to his corner, looking for a way out. He threw the gun away from him and fell into a ball on the floor. The electric current was erupting all over him now. He was scared, he had no idea what to do. The footsteps were growing louder.

"In the room, go"
"It's locked sir."
"Smash it open."
"It won't budge sir."
"Okay, stand back."

L looked around frantically. He noticed the metal object on his bed and grabbed it. He remembered the man telling him that it was a jump device. He had no other choice. No other way out. He pressed the buttons frantically and closed his eyes.
 
Logan looked down several stories from his apartment window watching as black SUV pulling up the front. Two men in black suits got out of the car and headed for the door, ignoring the door man. Logan turned around to face his apartment door waiting for them. Unsure if he should pack something or change out of his work clothes, Logan used his super speed to have the fastest shower and change clothes. He put on his weekend clothes, which consisted of jeans, black lace up shoes that weren?t too fancy and a casual dress shirt.

The knock on the door was rough. ?Dr Logan Terri? Please come out, we?re here to escort you.? Logan opened the door and one of the men pushed Logan out of the way and searched the main area. He saw the metal box and grabbed it, and almost forcibly escorted Logan down into the car.

As Logan was in the car, the car started up and drove off. Logan looked around the car, but the windows were tinted and can?t see outside the windows. ?Where are we going?? He asked the driver. But he didn?t respond. ?Hello? Where are we going?? Again the driver didn?t respond. Logan was starting to suspect that something wasn?t quite right about this. Just as he started to come up with a plan to escape whatever this was, the screen on the back of the seat in front of him came on. A darkened figure appeared and began to speak.

?Welcome Doctor Logan Terri. I?m sure you are wondering what is going on. I?m here to answer most of your questions. The rest will be answered when you get here.?

?Okay, where am I going??

?You are going to a secure area. Which we cannot give you at this point in time. Once you are there, you will be given the location.?

?What part of the government do you work for??

?I am part of a secret branch of Department of Homeland Security. We specialize in the abnormal area. From super powers such as your super speed Dr Terri to extra terrestrial to alternate realities to other dimensions.?

?How do you know about my super speed??

?The government was informed of your powers the first time you used them. Since then we?ve kept an eye on you. Your powers are the reason why we need your help.?

?So it?s not because I can help as a doctor??

?We could have had any doctor in the world, but we needed a unique one. Such as yourself. What do you know of that device??

?It?s a recording, and apparently my device to help me travel to and from realms.?

?This is true. A select few have received this device. We have studied it and replicated the technology. In my opinion the device is far too big to carry around.?

The man in the suit sitting in the back seat with Logan handed him a watch.

?This watch is that replica. The time and date is set and can never be altered. You?ll also notice that he has other read outs. The countdown timer is how long it has before it can be used again. It needs to be charged up. That usually takes 10 hours. The numbers on the bottom tell you which realm you are in. Our people have only explored 12 realms, so the device is set for only 12 of them. Who knows how many more are out there. Our realm is 4, the invading realm is 5. To jump, simply change the realm number and hit the two buttons on either side.?

The dark figured man continued to explain everything to Logan. He was still taking it all in, he learnt that the recording was real and that they have already encountered his counterpart. Apparently he can super charge other peoples powers and fly, but he didn't become a doctor, he became a scientist. This was one big day for him. The car pulled to a halt. He got out of the car, it looked like it was a bunker and underground. The men escorted him to an elevator which read restricted. They got in and pressed the button to the 28th floor. Logan waited in anticipation for what was on the 28th floor.
 
Kate White sat at her desk typing away loudly as she looked at a file off to her side. There was a court date coming up and she had to be prepared in order for Mr. Curan to be prepared. The day had started like any other day except she recieved a tan manilla folder that still lay unopen on her desk. There were just too many things that had to be done today than to read some stupid folder that had no sender on it. Kate finally stared at the computer screen placing her elbows on the desk and leaning forward to read what she had just type. Apparently approving of what she written Kate pressed print and leaned back in her chair. Her head was leaned to the side slightly, as she read the clock that sat on her desk. It was near three thirty pm, and right now it was time for a break. Kate jumped slightly as a knocked sounded loud on her door. Ms. White assumed it Martin coming for his files so she started to straightened the trashy papers on her desk.

"Um Come in!" Kate yelled as she continued to fix the papers.

A man in a black hat, and black clothes entered her office removing his hat immediately. Kate looked up and her hands froze, as her heart began to race. Had someone discovered her secret already? She was just getting comfortable and even unpacked all her sentimental things. Kate loved her new job, city, and her home. She had made friends here, so why was the government agent Brown here? Of course Kate didn't remember his name since he had never formally introduced him.

"I would say what a pleasant surprise, but I can't really say it is." Kate said gesturing toward the door. "Please come in and shut the door behind you."

The man shut the door, and the took a seat directly in front of Kate's desk. "We have to talk Kathrin." The man said looking grim.

"Has someone discovered my secret?" Kate felt herself starting to sweat, despite her office being chilled.

"No...but your world needs you." The man said. "You and a few others have been chosen to save your realm. There has been a problem for quite some time...The.."government" tried to stop it, but it seems the merge is beyond out control." The man explained.

Kate pressed her palms against the cool desk in an attempt to cool them. Something about what he was telling her just wasn't sinking in. The man continued on once he knew Kate had no response. "You and these others are the only ones of your kind. You all have super powers, which makes the perfect team to stop the merge. If the merge does take the place then you have the tools embedded in your dna to take your counterparts out. You must go now." The man stood setting a weird looking watch on the desk.

Kate stared down at it, with her mouth slightly open. "What?" The man turned and walked out not really giving Ms. White an option or a choice to say no. Kate reached for the watch, and then felt the room spinning. The motion was too much for her, and she soon after blacked out.
 
Logan held his breath and closed his eyes; he was hoping they weren't sending him somewhere to be experimented on. The elevator ding went off as it stopped on the 28th floor. The doors of the elevator opened and Logan opened his eyes, expecting some laboratory, only to find a hallway with a guard sitting at a security desk. The three of them walked up to the desk and one of the black suit men filled out some forms. The security guard and the man filling out the forms exchanged items and handed to Logan a visitors pass. Logan clipped it onto his shirt pocket and continued down the hallway with the two black suit men. ?I didn?t catch your names?? Logan broke the silence on what seemed like the longest hallway he has ever seen. Once again they didn?t respond to him.

They finally arrived at a door and they used a security key card to open it and use a pin number. They opened the door and what Logan saw was not what he expected. There were desks everywhere, people typing, making phone calls, using fax machines. It was a busy typical office looking scene. The men continued to escort Logan to the back to a private office. They opened the door for him but waited outside. ?This must be where they want me.? Logan said to himself.

?Sit.? The man from behind the desk demanded. Logan sat down and looked the man in the eyes, at least from what he can see from behind those thick rimmed glasses.

?You are still in New York City.? The man hands over a piece of paper, which Logan then read.

435 Main street sublevel 5 car park take elevator at back which reads restricted.​

?Memorize it, and then hand it back to me. I am Jason Hart; I spoke to you on the phone. Here is a file for the full briefing on your mission.? Hart handed him a folder that read classified on it. Logan opened the file and read it. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He flipped over pages as Hart watched him get up to speed. He now knew everything that they did. Or at least he thinks he does.

They kept a close watch on Ben Buggly, thats who he was. The one that I saw carjack me. Apparently he had a power too. The ability to manipulate fire. "I always wondered what he was going to do to me if I hadn't cancelled his power." Hart smiled and nodded slightly.

"We know that you specialize in human chemical anatomy with a focus on the brain. We sure could use your help with some research we're doing here on how powers work." Hart just asked for a favour, as it wasn't in his mission briefing.

His mission briefing stated to get in contact with the rest of his team to help save the world.
 
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