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Valhalla sat in the chair in his penthouse watching the news from a large monitor on the wall, Director Biyase stood silently with his arms crossed in front of him, he stood in front of Valhalla’s office desk. After the news went off about Hiro, Valhalla laughed a hearty laugh standing up clapping his hands, the monitor shut off. 

“Sacred? Overwatch Prime is sending Sacred to bring down H2O?” He clapped his hands once excitedly while walking around his desk toward the director. “This will be a full out test for H2O, let’s see if he comes into the realization of his true power. I need some damn popcorn for this battle!” He patted Director Biyase on the shoulder, Biyase did not seem amused. It was a strange friendship between the two indeed. 

“So everything is going according to your plans then?” Biyase said looking at Valhalla blankly. 

“I honestly won’t know yet. But this battle? H2O has true power, and I think he is more than a match for Sacred, but he just has to come into his power before then! A true battle of the gods indeed!” Valhalla giggled like a little boy, Biyase just stared at him with almost debatable disgust, Valhalla took notice. He calmed himself, the smile wiped from his face, the laughter now gone from his voice. Valhalla walked over to the viewing window looking out over the city. “You don’t understand all of this my friend, but it is all necessity. I have seen things that maybe I’ll tell you one day, maybe even today.”

“And what if I do not really care to know?” Biyase said coldly. Valhalla turned looking at Biyase with a half smile.

“If someone knew the day of your death, would you want to know the day you died and how, so you could avoid it?” The two men stared at one another in silence upon Valhalla’s question. Finally the director spoke.

“It would not be important to know, what is meant, is meant.” Biyase said with calm conviction.

“Oh come now, you don’t really believe that bullshit do you? You make it sound as if you believe in fate. But you’re a humanite, your kind don’t believe in such things. But then again, Sacred believes in God so who knows?” 

“A belief is an opinion, what I know to be factual is that one can not stop what is meant to be!” Biyase said it firmly. Valhalla turned back around looking out of the viewing window crossing his arms. He chose not to bicker over this, there were more important things to speak of.

“I stand corrected. One can not debate facts? But maybe one would stand a better chance if he understood the facts!” Valhalla said. 

“And what is there to understand if you see the truth before you?” Biyase asked, now it was Valhalla’s turn to be silent for a moment before speaking.

“Excuse me, I misquoted. Let me rephrase.” Valhalla turned facing the director again, he placed both hands into the pockets of his suit pants, he was very serious looking. “If someone knew the day that most of the people on this planet died, would you want to know how so you could avoid the end of mostly all life on this planet?” Valhalla’s eyes went serious, and for the first time Biyase showed the emotion of curiosity. Valhalla’s words had drawn him in. 

“What is it that you know?” Biyase asked very seriously, he knew that for Valhalla to say what he did he had good reason. 

“Oh, so now I have your attention? Maybe after we see how this ordeal with H2O turns out I will tell you.” Valhalla walked away, Biyase did not try to stop him, or ask anymore questions. He knew there would be another time. 


“In the news today, there has been more information on the Mutate known as Hiro Oda. As National News Network reported first that two days ago the Mutate broke out of his containment water based cell at one of VCI’s private facilities in Kentucky. VCI immediately released that several guards were killed during the mutates escape from the facility. At a press conference the head of VCI Magnus Valhalla reported that he was deeply saddened by this series of troubled events. Valhalla also stated that quite possibly Oda might have suffered shock while in the holding tank which made him lose his mind sending him into the fury that made him want to break out of the containment cell. Valhalla wanted to stress that Hiro Oda signed a contract with VCI to undergo study so that scientists could better understand the DNA structure of the mutate which could help them better understand mutates in general. Oda was paid the sum of five million dollars for a one year study. It was believed by VCI scientists that Oda was just a lower level mutate but after Black Squad clashed with him on VCI’s private reserve in Kentucky, the battle left one of the members of Black Squad dead. We tried reaching Overwatch Prime for a statement but as usual they stayed pretty tight lipped. Yesterday we obtained a leaked video from an employee at VCI of the entire confrontation and we at National News feel that Hiro is not a low level mutate but in fact an elite level mutate. After we aired that video public opinion seems to be that many are worried the Oda could be the next Fusion, and in the minds of every American, no one has forgotten the death and devastation that Fusion caused. In a press conference this morning CEO of VCI Magnus Valhalla expressed that he was not aware of the power levels of Oda as his team was only a few weeks into studying Oda when the escape occurred. He further went onto say that Oda himself said that he felt he was only a lower power leveled mutate and showed no signs of elite levels, and that all of this comes as a surprise to Valhalla and to his team. Valhalla and VCI have promised to help local law enforcement and Overwatch Prime in anyway possible to aid in the capture of Hiro Oda. But it is come to our attention that Overwatch Prime who has fully taken over in this matter. In an official press conference over an hour ago Overwatch Prime released a statement confirming that Hiro Oda is indeed an elite level mutate, and that they are now sending an elite level mutate to bring him down. Overwatch Prime also released that they will be sending the humanite Sacred to bring down Oda. As many know the humanite Sacred is a devout believer in God, something that most humanites do not believe in since they are born of science. Sacred claims to have a direct connection with God and says all humanites detect the presence of God but choose not to see it, andgor this he has stirred much controversy. Whether or not one would believe what he says about God, it can not be debated the immense power Sacred has. It is said his power levels are above even American Warriors and maybe even giving Kinetic Balance a run for his money. We are sure at National News that Sacred was not just picked for his elite speed and strength. He can also generate high amounts of heat from his body and unleash that heat from his hands at his enemies. Heat versus water, sounds like Hiro Oda’s days of freedom are evaporating. We will keep the public posted on any new events as it occurs. This is Jay Marshall with National News Network.”


Renzo Oda sat nervously with his five year old son waiting in the examining room. The little boy sat shirtless on the examination table in a pair of blue raggedy shorts that came down to his knees. A pair of dirty old white tennis shoes were upon his feet. Little Hiro Oda was oblivious to how much stress this moment brought to his father. He merely sat there looking at the television as it played cartoons, he never had that luxury because his father was too poor to afford a tv. Hiro started to swing his legs as they dangled off of the edge of the table, the motion annoyed his father who gently tapped his sons knee and with a nod of his head caused Hiro to stop. At age five all Japanese children who resided in the United States had to under an exam to see if they carried high, low, or no amounts of chemical poison. The great black out of 2089 that caused all electrical power including back up generators to fail brought Japan to its knees. Japan had several powerful nuclear power plants that shut down. A few hours later the largest tsunami to ever strike Japan decimated the population and its cities. To make matters worse the power plants all went critical which brought even more death and destruction. The Tsunami raged on as wave after wave that came five minutes apart swept through the land. This continued for over an hour. The survivors were better off dead as they all became contaminated by the nuclear poison that was carried by waters throughout the lands. The UN decreed Japan a disaster zone, and unsafe for anyone to go in and give aid due to the massive amounts of radiation, Japan was then quarantined from the rest of the world. Even after one hundred years and clean up efforts the people had massive amounts of chemical poisoning that caused birth defects in their offspring. Between the ravaged lands and what the rest of the world considered a tainted people, the Japanese were looked down upon by other countries. Even those of Japanese decent that lived in other parts of the world that never even lived or set foot in Japan were considered tainted. Over time Japan was divided between warlords who fought for more power, supplies and women. Any that did not join a faction stayed out of the cities. Greed eventually brought American companies to Japan in the year 2283. They came looking for cheap labor. Warlords made millions as they forced citizens to work for the companies for just food and water which they had to share with the warlords. Shuttles would come in the morning and pick up workers and then fly to America. At the end of the work day they would be brought back. When the government got wind of it they put a stop to this slave trade. It wasn’t until 2307 that The United States allowed American companies to go in search of workers in Japan, but there were stipulations. Small neighborhoods off shore man made Islands had to be made for the Japanese workers who also had to apply for work visas. The pay was better, but no Japanese citizen was allowed to go outside the factories or the slums that were created for them to live in while they were employed. Eiichi Sato a Japanese civil rights leader fought for more rights of Japanese migrant workers and succeeded in having Japanese citizens apply for full American citizenship. 

In 2339 he won his civil case for the Japanese migrant workers but it came of course with more stipulations. All Japanese children must be tested by the age of five for any chemical poisons. If any were found they would not be able to marry a non Japanese citizen, and they would have to remain in the offshore slums. The only places of employment for those children who tested positive once they became adults would be factory work. They would also not be allowed to venture out of those slum areas. Since 2339 to the current date of 2467 was only a little over four hundred Japanese tested negative. This small group went on to live normal lives. But for many it was never a normal life. No one wanted to marry a Japanese for fear of having children with birth defects, and the jobs that most of the Japanese got although were not as bad as the factory jobs but still not what average Americans would have. To Renzo though it was better than his current life, his son would go on to better things. The door slid open catching Renzo’s attention, it was the doctor with the test results. He stood up ready to hear what the doctor told him. 

It was then Hiro woke from his dream. How long he had slept he did not know. He had escaped from the VCI detention and observation building, it was stationed in the protected Wild lands of Kentucky and owned by VCI. The Wild lands was a private forest reserve that spanned over forty miles long. Hiro had been sleeping out in an open field, he had already used up his power to escape and needed to recharge, sleeping with the sun beating down on him just sapped whatever power was left save for him being able to open his eyes, and even that was fading. Hiro was on his back when his eyes opened, the brightness of the sun stung but he was too weak to raise his arm to shield his face. He’d never felt so weak in his life, his heart was beating erratically and felt as if it would explode from his chest, he needed water to replenish. Closing his eyes he took slow deep breaths reaching out, searching for the closest presence of water. He discovered that he could sense water no mater how close or far, this was a valuable tool. As he reached out to seek a water source he heard the soft hum of a vehicle flying across the sky toward him at a high rate of speed. He knew that it could only be VCI coming to take him back to his prison. Hiro desperately tried to stand, he found that he could not even sit up. A small shiny black two passenger flyer came into view streaking across the sky. Single or two passenger flyers resembled old world motorcycles, and they were driven pretty much the same way with the driver riding on top at the vehicles center, the passenger would be seated right behind the driver. The only difference between the old world motorcycle and the two passenger was was a shatter proof tinted window above that covered from the area of where the handle grips for controlling the flyer, back to where the passenger sat. There was a few inches of headroom above and the window that flipped open like a hatch from the front end. On both sides and on the back and front of the flyer were it’s license numbers in gold. The flyer slowed hovering above Hiro who opened his eyes seeing the flyer ascending before landing a few feet from him. The engine quieted, the hatch opened revealing a curly haired light skinned woman. Hiro was stunned by her blue eyes and wild frizzy hair. She was wearing a dark blue VCI employee jump suit and black work boots. Hiro was so taken by the woman’s beauty that he had almost forgotten that she was there to take him back. Cursing under his breath his eyes closed, he was too weak to keep them open. It was then he felt cold water splash on his face, his skin instantly drinking not wasting any of the water that made contact with his face. His eyes opened once more staring at the VCI employee, she now stood beside where he lay.

“Hiro Oda?” She asked him, the two stared at one another. It had been so long since he heard his name he didn’t respond to it. “The H2O?” She followed. Hiro noticed that she had a gallon of water in her hand. He realized that although she was in a VCI jumpsuit she was not wearing security clothes. 
“You are here to take me back? Where is your help? Are you security? Who are you?” He asked confused. The woman kneeled down beside him.

“I will keep this short and sweet. Can you help me escape the reserve or not?” Her face was serious, her voice desperate. Hiro was starting to get a better idea now of the situation. Raising his head he eyed the gallon of water hungrily before looking back at the female.

“Yes.” He said his head hitting the ground hard, he needed more water, the splash upon his face gave him momentary strength that was now gone.

“Open your mouth.” She said urgently. Hiro did not have to be told twice. He opened his mouth. The woman took the container putting the opening at his mouth letting the water flow down allowing Hiro to digest it quickly. She looked around nervously as Hiro drank. Upon finishing Hiro slowly sat up some of his energy returned. He stared at the woman’s bright blue eyes in awe.

“Who are you?” He asked. 

“My name is Luana, that is all you need to know.” Her voice was shaky, her comment short and defensive. The sound of an engine came from the distance in the sky, Luana stood up quickly staring off in the direction of the sound. “We have to go, they have found us!” She turned running back toward the flyer before she reached the flyer it exploded, she was knocked back by the explosion but when she hit the ground she quickly rolled to her feet to Hiro’s surprise. Luana had hacked into the flyers security system in order to steal it, VCI had regained control of the bike and self detonated it to make sure the vehicle could not be used for escape. Hiro ran up to her grabbing her arm leading her into the forest, the cover would help them some from the approaching ship. He was not ready for an all out battle with VCI security but he felt he was strong enough to handle them if he was smart about it. But the goal was to not be detected. As they ran Hiro could feel that he needed more water, the gallon helped rejuvenate him some but his muscles felt laggy and he was far from full strength. The two ducked and cut through thick brush coming to a small cave, Hiro took a moment to stop and think of how best they would escape. The hum of the ship neared and slowed hovering, the trees where too thick for them to see the ship. 

“Stay here, I will do what I can against the security guards. While they are distracted with me take that as your opportunity to escape.” Hiro said. Luana shook her head in disagreement.

“These are not security guards, they are Black Squad. Over Watch Prime-

 (*For more information on Over Watch Prime please read: Issue #1-Rebirth.) 
-sent them to capture you, and if they can not bring you into custody, they have orders to kill you!” She said whispering loudly. Hiro was not aware who the Black Squad was, but from hearing Luana speak he knew they must be dangerous and his guess would be right. The Black Squad was a team of lower level humanities that were trained to track down and apprehend, or even kill if ordered any that were considered too dangerous for local law enforcement to handle. Black Squad with the high tech weapons donated by none other than Marc Vega-
 (See Issue #2- Midnight Blue) 
-of Velocity. Black Squads training combined with the unparalleled high tech weaponry made them dangerous enough to even hunt elite non humans. Over Watch Prime decided since they did not have enough information to go on, they would send Black Squad to bring Hiro into custody. If the squad could not apprehend, then they were to terminate. At this time Hiro did not seem much of a threat to The Twelve, Black Squad should be enough to bring Hiro down or so they thought. The information that VCI gave to local law enforcement on Hiro was that he escaped the facility, and that he killed several security guards to break out. VCI said that Hiro was no more than a lower level mutate and that Hiro gave permission for studies to be done on him so that humans could better understand mutates. Records did show and back up VCI’s story.  
Hiro tried reaching out, to search for more water, he would need it to be at full strength. He found that his power could not reach too far, it was frustrating. He cursed under his breath in the form of mumbling. 

“I’m not exactly the weak type. Sure I need your help escaping this place, but I for damn sure won’t be the damsel who sits on her ass letting a man do all the work.” Luana pulled out a small silver gun from her jumpsuit. “You need more water, there’s a pond a half mile west from here.” She cautiously walked out from cover. “Follow me.” She said taking off at full sprint, Hiro didn’t hesitate, he took off behind her.

The Black Squads ship slowly moved above the trees, a five man unit had already landed unnoticed on the ground below and silently headed toward Hiro and Luana. The squad was moving at a casual jog their motion completely silent thanks to the sound dampeners in their suits that swallowed up all noise in a radius around their bodies, those positions would not be heard, most of their prey never even saw them coming. The squad blended in with the surroundings of the forest, their suits quickly changed colors smoothly as their suits came into contact with trees, branches, or anything they passed. The squad was camouflaged to perfection. Not even a trained eyes would catch their motion. They were gaining on their two targets, in the minds of the Black Squad there was only one objective, victory. 

1. I got some good sleep last night, kicking ass really helps to relax me. I had this dream though it was odd, I was speaking Urdu and I understood it. This hasn’t been the first time, I’ve had dreams where I was speaking Hindu as well, but I’m not surprised anymore. When I told my food stamp shrink he got with a professor friend that he knew and they did a DNA test on me of some sort. The results came back that I was part Asian Indian and Arabic my region of ancestry is Pakistan they tell me.
2. So I go to the book store a lot to read up on a heritage I know nothing about in hopes that maybe I’ll remember something. I tend to wear cultural clothing from the land of my ancestors from time to time in some desperate act of belonging. I was brought up in America but maybe not born here, confusing to be sure.
3. But then again that’s my life… Confusing.
4. I hate not knowing who I am…

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I’m your average girl with above average bull shit that goes on in my life, not that anything really happens per se but just the fact that I don’t know what my past is about it tends to mess me up mentally. I think it would fuck with anyone if you didn’t know who you were, who your family is, it’s all just really fucked up. But what really fucks with me is the fact that my parents never came forth to make a report that I was even missing, maybe they went missing too? Eh… I don’t know. It always cracks me up when someone who knows about my situation acts like they know the solution, and put in two cents worth of nonsense on how I should be feeling. My food stamp shrink is a good example of this. I call him my food stamp shrink because he was appointed to me via my unemployment package. He doesn’t really do much plus he stares at my legs and butt every time I visit. His name is Doctor Dick Wood his parents named him a double adjective haha, damn you know he got beat up in school with a name like that. Seriously though we just talk about me and it never gets anywhere, what do I have to talk about? I don’t remember anything and Dick always asks me stupid shit like “Hey did you hate growing up?” I mean are you serious Dick? How would I know? To those who see me at face value only see a pretty girl, on the inside I’m a tad nutty, and then eventually I level out at some point. But enough about me, it’s time to go thug hunting my inner Robin Hood is calling. I’m in a particular bad mood today, I just started my period and I’m super horny. The two don’t mix well together so the best thing to do is to just go beat up some bitches! Toodles…

Next: Enter Fat Bastard

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Aw but who am I kidding? I’d never have such good luck, if I did then maybe life would go something like the cops find me naked and unconscious from too much booze with my hand clutching some guys cock instead of a fucking bat! And to top it off I’d have amnesia with a note resting on the silk bed that would of course be mine as well that said: remind me if somehow I forget that I’m filthy rich, thanks” oh but wake up Jane! Life is never that fucking awesome, at least not for me! I don’t even know my real name! The cops called me Jane Doe so the name kind of stuck. I was placed in this house and given a few things to survive. Right now I’m on unemployment until either the cops, my shrink, or me find out who the hell I really am. So you can see how fucked up my life really is. But don’t fret, I don’t use tax payers dollars to buy neat things like my lap top, no sir! I got that with my own hard earned money. I kind of discovered that I am pretty strong, pretty fast, and for some reason know kung fu or something like that. So with these skills I kind of go out from time to time and rob drug dealers of their hard earned cash. Not to worry! I keep my face concealed so no one knows who is doing the deed. Sometimes I get a little cash, and other times I hit pay dirt! It’s never enough money to just retire and get off government assistance but who knows one day I might just get enough money to break free of welfare! I’d be happy enough if I could just remember who I am. For now I’m Jane, but that could change someday. Don’t let the glasses fool you either, my eyesight is pretty awesome! I could read a text message from someone’s phone a mile away easy and I can see in the dark as if it was freaking daylight. But hey I need to look weak and needy, for now at least. To be honest I think I go out at night searching for something other than just to rip off thugs, what that may be I don’t know yet I’m working on it. Until I can find out who I am I prefer to go by Janie instead of Jane, that name just sounds blah and oh so boring and I’m far from that. Janie sounds at least a little more interesting, I know my real name is probably something way sexier because I’m a sexy kind of twenty something girl.

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