Sixteen-year-old Angelica Ryder stepped out of the teleport gate at the corner of 35th and West Wells streets. Angel shouldered her book bag and tucked a bolt of black wool under her arm and made her way to the two blocks to her grandmother’s house.

It was an overcast day in Milwaukee,  a stark contrast to the sunny and almost balmy weather she has experienced while at school in New York City.  Then there was the time difference which was weird.  The whole gaining and losing an hour in the blink of an eye.  But, she was getting used to it, but it did mess her up quite a bit back in September. 

She stopped and let an old fashioned gas powered car rumble past her before crossing the street.  She had no idea why someone would meticulously restore whatever that was, but she could appreciate the work put into that GTO… Whatever that meant.

Turning onto her street she made her wat to the second house on the right.  Pushing the front gate open she walked up ghe path to  the house.  She fumbled with access code when a voice stopped her.

“You have grown,” a familiar voice announced. 

Angel turned and her face lit up.  Her father was standing at end of the walkway next to a family friend so close that she considered Rebecca Talon her ain’t.  “Dad!” She exclaimed excitedly. She was about to run to him and wrap her arms around him, but she realized  her arms were pretty full.  “Come in!” She exclaimed as she leaned her shoulder into the door and pushed it open. The two familiar faces followed her in and patiently watched as she deposited her heavy book bag and cloth onto a nearby armchair.  She turned and ran to her father and wrapped her arms around him.  “I missed you!  I like the beard.”

Dominus sneared and pushed Angel into Bellitor,  “I ain’t your father, but I will kill him.  After I kill you of course,  but for now we have a use for you.  You are going to help us build our clone army.

Confused Angel looked at the two intruders confusion on her face. “What are you talking about?  Aunt Becca what’s going on?”

“You should listen to him,” Bellitor responded with a malicious grin. “We aren’t who you think we are.” With that Bellitor stunned Angel and Dominus slapped his combadge,  “Dominus to Vindicator: three to beam up.”