Epilogue: The Triumvirate.
A familiar waterfall overlooking the lush, green fields of Haven. A light wind blew past, grass swaying with the breeze. Paradigm looked out over the lands sprawling before him.
“The others have again returned to their lands.” Scion spoke as he joined Paradigm at the top of the hill. “And Wells?” Paradigm asked.
“Still a bit sick, but he’ll recover as time rights itself. That is the way of things.”
“We have succeeded.” Mortis joined the other two. “Yes, a glorious thing. Beyond our expectations.” Scion added.
“Beyond some, perhaps.” Paradigm offered.
“Paradigm, your knowledge and insight could be useful to the council. You can make a very persuasive argument when motivated. . .” Scion placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I cannot accept your offer, my friend. I am too set in my ways to bend to the will of others, no matter how well they mean.” Paradigm stepped back. “Still, should I truly be
needed, I shall be available to you. To both of you.” And with that, he was gone.
“Well, Mortis, have you given my other offer any thought?” Scion began as they walked down the hill towards the temple.
“I have, and I believe I know just where to start. . .”
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Epilogue: The Bruttes.
Coconut Creek, Florida
The USA.
The Facility for Metahuman Incarceration and Rehabilitation.
Also known as The Clamp.
Armed guards escorted Gnaw and Holocaust to their cell. Meta inhibitors prevented them from using their abilities. The two Bruttes dropped back onto their bunks and lamented
their fate. Rant had vanished in transit to the prison. Cascade had run away during the fight with Vanguard. The Gunslinger droids were confiscated by the government. Rumor was that the government had bought Amuck as well, to sell him off to some UN funded superteam. Clifford had been shipped back to the La Perditan asylum he’d escaped from. Psi, Anaconda, and Zoe were all dead.
“So, what now?” Holocaust wondered aloud.
“We wait, figger something out. Escape. I want a rematch with those Vanguards.” Gnaw struggled to remove the muzzle over his face.
“Of couse you do.” The guard outside said. “I can give you just that chance. All you have to do is accept my offer.”
“Who the fuck are you and why should we?!” Gnaw asked, jumping off of his cot, and moving towards the man.
“My name. . .is Ludlow. . .” the guard smiled.
