Images of Beatdown, Black River, and Dendrite were shown on a giant triangular mirror. The rest of the room was a stark, pure white. The was no furniture, no details other than the mirror. The mauve light began to shine in the form of twisted patterns upon the room's walls. The light bled out and took the form of a man wearing silver armor, a black cape, and a mask that covered his face. The violet energy was on him, glowing on seemingly random parts of his form.
The figure slinked over to his mirror and waved his hand over it. The images of the three Gavel members faded away and wertre replaced with the image of a boyish looking white male in a suit. The image was then shattered by a touch of the figure's finger. The mirror began to rapidly 'blink' through various images. It showed shots of various cities, weapons, natural catastrophes, pictures of children playing in a field, and roaring, angered crowds before stopping on an image of the Gavel standing as a united group. However, the faces of the three missing members, as well as Fallen Demon, we're all blotted out.
"Let's complicate things for these obstacles they call heroes..."
"Miskolc is the fourth largest city in Hungary, with an estimated population of 161,265. During the same time as the battle your teammates were in, there was a similar anomaly detected in Miskolc, in the home of a criminal hacker named Laszlo Koranyi, whose corpse was found in his home by local authorities after a neighbor reported seeing an explosion of violet light from his window, which is supposedly the cause of his death. It was also discovered that one of his wall's was covered in photographs of the Temple of Bel in Palmyra, Syria and schematics of some kind. I'm en route now with two WillCorps agents to investigate and uncover any connections to what happened earlier today, which I hope can lead us to knowing where Black River, Dendrite, and Beatdown are. Understand?"
After a few seconds, Crann Bethadh's voice responded.
"I heard you, Joan, and so did Brawn," said Crann, "but I still wish you would let us come help you."
Joan sighed a bit while leaning back in the black seat in the back of the WillCorps helicopter she was in. In the front were the two WillCorps members accompanying her to Koranyi's home in Miskolc. One was a woman with a Wheel of Dharma on her uniform and was the pilot and the other was a man with a nine pointed star on his.
"I told you already that I need you two in San Diego in case the ambassador's convoy is attacked. He is at major risk, Crann. You need to fight off any attackers."
An ambassador to the United States from a small Muslim country, Joan had forgotten which, had recently announced that he would be delivering a speech in San Diego addressing some recent assaults on young exchange students from his nation that occurred in the city earlier that year. Shortly afterwards an underground anti-Muslim militant group threatened to kill the ambassador before he delivered his speech. Wanting to avoid an international incident that could stem from such an assassination, Joan assigned Crann Bethadh and Brawn to act as the ambassador's protectors for the day.
"Alright, Boss. I still don't think the crazies are a serious threat though."
"Maybe, but I don't want to take that chance. The States don't need more bad relationships with the Middle East. Over and out." Joan replied.
She turned and looked at her ride's team, who looked back at her and nodded. Joan looked out the window to see they were only a short while away from their destination.
Black River couldn't help but feel something big was afoot. It wasn't a regular thing for him to encounter a superpowered person he had never even heard of. For that matter, Coldeye didn't seem to be a particularly discrete individual, so he figured something had to be going on. He wondered if the light he had seen before finding himself on that rooftop may have been involved.
Black River turned around and stopped walking down the sidewalk he was on. He saw that a young man that had been behind him was there, who must of been the one who had addressed him. Behind the boy was one of the children who Coldeye tried to blast during the fight. The two seemed to be Latino, or black, or possibly both. It was actually a bit hard for Black River to tell.
"Um...yeah?" Black River asked.
"My kid says you got into a fight around the basketball spot. That true?"
"I...I'm not looking for...trouble..." stammered Black River, "Wait...this kid is your son?"
"No. I just take care of him. But you didn't answer my question." the young man said.
"Yes, but...that woman with the sword...well..."
The guy walked towards River and handed him a five dollar bill and a couple coins.
"You seemed lost. The closest bus stop is at Davison Lane. Not everyone is as nice as me, so you better get out before someone thinks you a creep finds you. Consider it a reward for saving Rasheek."
Black River nodded, accepted the money and ran off. If a local said he should leave, he figured he was right. He failed to notice some more mauve light coming from a nearby window. A figure appeared in the window after the light vanished. It was a woman who walked out of the front door of the nearby building. She followed Black River to the bus stop and got on the bus after he did. Because he sat in the back, she sat in front. She smiled, knowing that she was doing her superior's task as instructed.
Dendrite walked down the hall of the school behind Nurse Curtiss. She was back in her 'uniform' and couldn't help but stare at the students of the school. All of them seemed to be either her age or younger. All of them wore normal clothing. And all of them seemed to be more than just human. Some had non-human features, or glowing eyes, or could do things she wouldn't expect them to do. She had only then realized that this was a school for people with powers.
Nurse Curtiss opened up the doors to the gymnasium, where Dendrite saw some children all on a rock climbing wall. One boy in particular had four arms. A girl right below him poked him with an electric shock to startle him. At the bottom of the wall stood a figure. He had oddly textured green skin, a long tail, and an inhuman face with large eyes, pointed ears, wired nostrils and a huge mouth full of sharp pointy teeth.
"Priyanka, I better not see you do that again," the figure yelled up, "I consider that cheating!"
"Oh! Um, okay Mister Davidsson!" the girl responded with a blush.
Dendrite couldn't help but be a tad put off by the man's appearance. This Davidsson guy looked like some kind of alien, not a gym coach. She tried her best to remain cool as the man walked over to her and the red haired nurse.
"Hello there! I'm Irwin Davidsson," he said introducing himself, "and you? Are you a new student?"
"No...I'm just...I don't know how I got here. I..."
"Fell out of nowhere from a flash in the sky?" He asked.
Nurse Curtiss smiled and walked off. She nodded at Dendrite before leaving the gym.
"I'm Dendrite. Doctor Handel said I should come here to see if my powers are working again." Dendrite explained.
"Alright," said Davidsson, "I have an exercise mat over there. I'll be sure the kids leave you to your devices."
Dendrite thanked the odd looking man and walked over to where he had pointed her to. She sat down on the mat and began to meditate. With her eyes closed, she failed to see a purple light briefly flash from the cracked open door of a broom closet in the gymnasium. A figure exited the closet and lunged at Dendrite, pinning the girl to the ground as she gasped in surprise. Normally she sensed things like this.
"Dendrite!" Davidsson yelled.
The strange gym teacher swiftly ran towards the mat while Dendrite was struggling to push off her attacker. Davidsson leapt onto them to break them up, but the mysterious figure knocked him back and then lifted Dendrite into the air and threw her at the rock climbing wall. Dendrite tried to activate her powers, but it was all going so fast. She slammed into the wall where the ten students were thankfully able to grab and catch her before she fell. Dendrite looked up and she and the students saw the figure and Mister Davidsson wrestling one another. The girl from before, Priyanka, started to spout something off.
"Tom! Run and get Mister Stefano! Get help!"
One boy, the presumed Tom, ran out of the gym worriedly. Priyanka, the boy with the four arms, and another boy charged forward to where their teacher was battling Dendrite's attacker. Dendrite got up, motioned for the rest of the students to run out like Tom had, and then ran forward as well. Even in the heat of the moment, she knew she had more experience fighting than the kids who seemed to be around ten or eleven years old. Davidsson pushed his opponent back and Dendrite and the kids grabbed his arms and held him back. Davidsson punched the man's face but was then kicked away. The man threw his arms up, causing Dendrite and the students to fall off. Priyanka's hands surged with electrical energy that she flung at the brute, which briefly stopped him in his tracks.
Dendrite finally got a chance to look at who had attacked her. The man appeared to be made of shining metal, with strange, glowing purple markings on his body that looked like stylized blood veins. He wore black pants that also covered his feet, with heavy pads on the sides of his thighs. His neck show the metal appearance transition into a face with light brown skin and long, purple dreadlocks. He had a large slash shaped scar over his right eye, which was blind. His other eye was a normal brown eye. His mouth had some smaller scars and he had a couple teeth missing as well. One of his ears was pierced with a purple jewel. His hands were covered with bulky black guantlets, with his left one with sharp metal tips on the fingers.
The electric blast then faded off of him and he screamed like a mad animal, hitting at everything around him. Davidsson tacked his legs and Dendrite kicked the enemy while he was on the gym floor. The two boys stepped on his back and and Priyanka pinned his sharp tipped hand to the nearby exercise mat. He was down for the count.
"Who is this?!" Davidsson asked her.
"No idea." Dendrite answered as she let herself drop to her knees.
The attacker began to laugh.
"Do you even realize...that you are on another world? Do you, you so-called 'Hero'?" He laughed.
"Who are you?" Dendrite growled.
"I am called the Troopman. I am but a servant of my leader...and you are going to be to late to protect the monsters that your world lets thrive! They shall pay, Dendrite!!! They shall burn...like my homeland!!!"
The Troopman exploded into more mauve light. Everyone looked around and sure enough, he had vanished. They were safe. For then.
In San Diego, California, back on the Gavel's Earth in their reality, a group of men sat in a diner, looking at a television as they drank and ate.
"Ambassador Fahim Nasrallah stated in his interview with us that he hopes his speech can help the community to be more accepting of both his people and American Muslims as well. He truly does has hope in what his visit can do. Back to you at the station Frank!"
"Thank You, Pauline. We're sure to go back to you during the live broadcast of the speech at the library tonight. In other news, our attention goes to New York City, where workers are protesting their treatment at..."
The men looked at one another with grim looks. Because in their deluded minds, San Diego was welcoming to destruction of America. In their minds they truly thought that Islam and Christianity could never coexist. So they left the diner without paying to prepare to do what they thought would defend their country from what they considered a terrorist based purely on their deluded fears.
Joan and the agents were in the apartment of the late Laszlo Koranyi. They had all spent some time looking through his papers, but had yielded no results. The female WillCorps agent was at the hacker's computer, where she was trying to find out the password to open a locked document that seemed very valued.
"It just doesn't seem to be working." said the agent.
"Keep trying. Maybe there's a clue around here..." Joan said.
Joan noticed that there was a beaten up looking projector on a wooden shelf, right across from the wall covered with images of the remains of the Temple of Bel in Syria. The male agent was running his hand over the images and looked at them intrinsically.
"Do you see something?" Joan asked him.
He turned back at her and nodded.
"I feel something different about some of this tape holding the papers up," he replied, "...like the material is different. It feels...custome made."
Then Joan had an idea. She motioned her hand to have the agent step away. Joan shut off the lights and the agents wondered what she was up to. Joan then plugged in and switched on the projector on the shelf. She then looked to see that the special tape the male agent had felt begin to illuminate and glow in the dark. The four long strips now showed the outline of a trapezoid.
"I found our clue. Type in 'Trapezoid' and see if it works!"
Joan turned the lights back on and the agent at the computer did what she told her to do.
"It worked, Ms. Hughes...the document is open. We can read it now."
"This is great." the male agent said.
Joan walked over to look at the screen...
'I am certain now. The vision I had all those years ago DID mean something! The temple is just a form the light can take, but it can grant great power. It lies between our world and the next. I am now certain that the light is being used to travel through the fabric of reality itself. But something...no, someone...has somehow mastered the violet glows. Become bonded to them and is now using it for something. The sightings were in preparation of the day they finally come in full, for whatever it is they want. I must learn more. I know that now. The light can give one power. But what for?'
It ended there. Joan gasped and stepped back.
"My teammates weren't just sent away to another world...they were taken out of the picture. Whoever is behind this is making the world vulnerable." Joan said.
"Why?" the male agent asked.
"So they can attack. But where?"
In San Diego another flash of the light appeared. On the roof of a high reaching building now stood the man in the silver armor and cape.
"Today...I will avenge my parents! Today...this city will pay...this nation. No matter what world."