The Truth. (Dar)

Milo woke up. That was strange. He actually thought of himself as Milo now. Mercutio was gone, except for when he was talking to Sarah. To his family, he was still Linus Mercutio Fisher. But to the rest of the world, he was Milo, the Privateer of DREAD. That was who he needed to be. Otherwise, Shadow Hand would find him and his family. Nobody could ever know the truth.

For this reason, Mr. Pacific was dead.

His earpiece buzzed with a small voice on the table. It must be what had woken him up. Picking up the small device, Milo regained his focus. "Repeat?"

The Hat's was not in a good mood. "You have plenty of time to sleep when you're dead, Privateer. You've got a mission. There's a meta loose in the city."

A minute later, Milo was in his suit, and Privateer was on-line. Flying out of the base at his top speed of 60 mph, Privateer quickly found the disturbance.

What was going on here? It looked like a battlefield. Cars were shredded, trees were on fire, and medics couldn't pick up the fallen fast enough. Whoever had done this would pay.

Privateer hovered next to the two men in the middle of the chaos. He had an arm aimed at each of them, with his suit's lasers ready to blast them if they made any moves. It took a moment for him to recognize one of them. Alpha Knight? One of the Night Hawks was behind this disaster? That couldn't be true! Looking at the other person, he was dismayed to see another Alpha Knight. There were two of them? What was going on here?

He knew Alpha had telepathy, but it seemed unlikely that he could see deep into Privateer's mind. He kept focused on the mission. He had find out which of these two was the troublemaker, and take them down. One thing might betray him, however. He knew who Alpha Knight was. He knew a lot about him, and that knowledge was coming to the front of his attention.

"Explain yourselves. Who are you identical twins and what have you done here?"

One of the Alpha's attacked him, but the other one stopped him. Friend and Foe. Privateer deduced that the one attacking him was an evil clone, or at least something similar.

'How dare you strike Omega! No man is superior to Omega!'

Omega? Now that was an arrogant name. It also reinforced Privateer's conclusion.

Raising his right arm, he shot a wrist-mounted laser at Omega's knee. He didn't want to kill the villain, and was sure that having a hole in his knee would take the fight out of anyone.

"Stop. You are under arrest, Omega."