At Lakeside Police department.

Almost every officer was called and as they stood together, they each had grim looks on their faces. The tense silence was broken as the captain walked in with his expression mirroring those of the men and women standing before him.

“I’m sure you all have an idea why you are here, and just so you know this isn’t happening just here. Every police department in the entire city is having one of these meetings right now, last night there was an explosion at an old warehouse and upon inspection this was found” saying the last bit an image of the cannister with the architect’s symbol on it was displayed.

As every officer laid eyes on it, they fell back into their memories each remembering the countless tragedies that had happened all related to that symbol. Naa recalled what that guy had done not just to the city but to her family, she remembered the state her father was in in the days leading up to his death.

Naa was brought out f her thoughts by the sharp pain she felt in her palm, looking down at her palm she realized she had clenched her fist so tightly her nails had pierced her skin. “… we have confirmed this cannisters contained the exact same chemicals used by the architect, we don’t know if he is back or not but the media has gotten their hands on this information and as you would expect the public is now in a state of mass panic”. Naa put her hand away as she focused on the captain’s words.

“The mayor is concerned and has given an order, from now on all resources are to be redirected to finding every thing there is to know about this cannisters. I want to know who brought these things here why they brought it and most importantly how many more of these are out there. I know you all remember the hell this city was for ten years, the good men and women we lost in the battle for this city and the five years it took to return the city to what it is today so let’s find the bastards responsible before they return us all to that nightmare. Get to it”

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At the end of his speech every officer walked of with a determined look in their eye.

At Thompson enterprise;

Ernest Thompson stood before his T.V set watching the news who were all reporting about the canisters. “I was never a fan of the media”

“You said you would handle this; it was supposed to be done without drawing any more attention”

“I did, but there was an accident”

“I can see that!” Ernest exclaimed as he turned around throwing the glass at hand, Jessica lazily moved her head to the side just in time to see the glass shatter upon impact. “Because of your screw up everyone in this city is talking about the Architect.”

“I don’t see the problem with that, this city has always hated him and for good reason.” Jessica spoke as she took a seat, “besides I’m sure the Architect is too busy to pay attention to one small city”.

“What actually happened?”

“The Phantom… that’s what he calls himself right? Anyway, he showed up”

“How and why?”

“Well, that one isn’t hard to figure out, was probably after the car and found us by coincidence. He is playing superhero after all; I don’t know why you are so stressed about this anyway I can handle it…”

“No” Ernest cut her off, “You find the driver and take care of him, I’ll deal with the rest.”

“Whatever you say boss” Jessica spoke up in a sarcastic tone before getting up and turning to leave. Ernest watched her back disappear before turning back focusing on the T.V with narrowed eyes and a deep frown etched on to his face.

In the Bunker;

Ferdinand had arrived to see Hank treating the wounds he had sustained during last nights battle. “Hey are you okay?”

Ferdinand moved before Hank as he questioned. “Yeah, but your friend isn’t” Hank spoke as he made it back to his feet, “the people after him don’t stop, they are going to keep coming after him until he is dead trust me, I know”.

“You know? What? you’ve dealt with these guys before?”

“When the plane went down, I was with them for three years. This people mean business and they are not fond of people who betray them” “so what do we do?” Ferdinand asked, “I don’t know” Ferdinand stood understanding that the situation his friend had gotten himself into was worse than he originally thought as for the first time he could sense something which he had began to believe Hank Thompson did not have, fear.