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Ashes to Ashes	By : BurneHazard Category: S through Z > Sky High Views: 5390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N: Oh, just a fast side note for those who try to keep up with this story ~ When this story is ended, I will remove the WIP from the summary and toss up a COMPLETED. Now, enjoy.

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Hey Firestarter,

I know I said I'd keep in touch but things have been terribly hectic around the base for the past month. Due to those terrorist attacks the security's been kicked up pretty high here. You know that I'd tell you just why if I could but neither of us are really interested in those things. Gavin's glaring at me so I'll just skip ahead.

Did I tell you that I did it? Can't remember if my last letter mentioned it in all the chaos. But I did it! I'm flying now! Gavin's my navigator. Never imagined that one day I would be able to fly fast enough to shatter the sound barrier! The brass is kinda ticked at some of the tricks I pull, but we get by very easily since the right people know the right things about me and Gavin.

You know I miss you, said so last time, hasn't changed. And no, buster, none of the guys here are up to my level of standards save a general or two and that's not permitted period. Hopefully I'll be able to call you sometime this month but you know me, no promises. Training's taking up a lot of my time and in a couple weeks they're kicking us out into actual maneuvers.

How's the S.S.S? Don't worry, the usual mail censors were informed of what it means. Gavin would like to know if Ethan ever got up the nerve to ask that girl he's crushing on out on actual one-on-one dates rather than inviting her along with a pack of friends. She won't be waiting forever.

Most women don't wait that long...they'll keep what they have forever, but they won't wait for guys like that. Hm. Hate to cut this short but lights out is in one minute. I'll write again when I can. Hope you're taking care of yourself, Warren. Oh, and just a side-note, if you do move, you can send your new address to me in a letter. Just use this return address and they'll get it to me no matter where I go. I've got you.

1^st Lt. Crystalline Windsong

Black Knight Squadron

He had read that letter over fifty times. The only date on it was from the postmark. Three years ago to the day. It meant three years without any word, any sign, any hint that Crystal was still alive or thought of him. The one he held was the last letter he ever received. The news had been no help, the network of contacts various Superheroes had unable to find out anything, even her parents had somehow vanished off the face of the earth. Gavin's parents were in a similar fix for all they were normal Citizens.

Sighing, Warren carefully put the letter down on the dresser. He had changed addresses. Moving out, he had gotten his own apartment in a good neighborhood. As Crystal had instructed, he wrote a letter to the return address and sent it. In the end, it had been sent back with the note the address was incorrect, the person was unable to be contacted. Naturally if there were any letters sent to the old address, his mom would forward them to his new place. The four letters he had tried to send to Crystal afterward had been returned the same way as the first.

With those failed attempts was a pile of Crystal's letters and small little gifts picked up from around the world. Staring at the collection, he glanced at the graduation picture and a few odd ones that had been caught of Crystal by friends or that she had given him at his request to keep them from being thrown away. It was not a shrine, hardly. The items were all there because it was the best place for them. He still thought of her a lot.

Turning away, Warren frowned absently before looking around his bedroom once more. His costume was laid out on the bed since it still had a bit of residue he had to remove with an actual stain-remover. Sometimes a flash of flame could not get all of the smells or color-altering effects out like it could remove the actual source of them. He had to finish cleaning it now since he had to head to work in a little over an hour.

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-=Elsewhere=-

Heels fell on the floor in sharp clacks of sound that echoed in the empty corridor. It was a rather cold, intimidating sound. The sound of another pair of shoes was literally smothered by the first. A slender woman in a navy blue three-piece dress uniform led a man in a similar three-piece gray business suit down the hallway. Inmates moved up close to the bars to watch the pair pass. The guy they pegged as any standard lawyer complete with briefcase. The woman however had an air of authority that was different.

She had her red hair pulled up in a tight bun and black wire-rim glasses on a hard but rather attractive face. Cold blue eyes stared straight ahead without paying anyone the disfavor of a look. Everything about her screamed military right down to the perfectly aligned seams of her uniform. The man behind her was an inch shorter due to the lack of her heels. His short hair was blond though white shone at the temples. Crows feet and several stress lines showed on his rather handsome face. He also wore glasses with black wire frames and carried himself with a hint of confidence.

Likely someone was getting out on a deal. Or so the general idea of the inmates was concerned. No one recognized the lawyer however so they were left without a clue. The guards at the door took one look at the security passes and instantly let them through. They were swiftly and neatly ushered into a solitary visitation room. Neither sat in the plastic chairs provided as they waited. The lights on the other side of the glass came on and a hum rose before the door opened for a prisoner to be escorted in.

No one spoke as the guard led the cuffed woman to a chair and made her sit. The man then turned and walked out, closing the door behind him. Warily, the young woman studied the two people. Clearly she was more drawn to studying the woman than she was to studying the man. Finally, one of the two moved. The woman extended one hand toward her associate and snapped her fingers. He instantly opened the briefcase without making it awkward and removed a file to place in the waiting hand. She flipped it open.

"Ms. Gwen Grayson aka Royal Pain. We are aware of your original name but due to your own preferences, we are maintaining your current one. You are a recognized technopath, able to control all forms of technology with your mind as well as create them from random materials presented. Unfortunately, your profile indicates that you are also inclined toward criminal pursuits. Your only known and indeed the last known plan was to transform all of the super powered students at a classified location into babies to raise them in the ideals of villains."

Silence fell for a few minutes. Gwen finally brought her cuffed hands up to rest on the table before her and regard the other woman suspiciously. At last, she nodded once rather than say anything. The woman closed the file and handed it back to her associate.

"Ms. Grayson. I am First Lieutenant Wilford, here representing a branch of the Air Force. With me is Mr. Blake, a civilian serving as legal representative on this matter. It has come to our attention that your powers may provide several advantages for our section of the military. Of course with you incarcerated here, that deprives us of a possible resource. In short, we have a deal for you. Are you interested?"

"Maybe..."

"Very well then. I shall put it simply. You work with me, you get out of this hell hole. You will be provided with materials you require to build your devices. If you cooperate in full with the Air Force, then you will simply vanish from the system. When your released after serving your term, you are a free woman without any criminal record."

Lieutenant Wilford stepped forward as Mr. Blake handed her a clip board with papers and a pen. Calmly, she slid it through the small slot at the base of the glass made for just such a purpose. However, before Gwen could pull it toward her, Wilford leaned closer and caught her eyes with a dark look. Her voice lowered.

"In other words, I'll get you out of here if you agree to help me take care of some idiots that may be interfering with both our plans. Namely...three called Stronghold?"

Gwen's eyes narrowed then she blinked and pulled the papers to her.

"Just tell me where to sign."
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