Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"Forgive the intrusion, Agent Honeybell," the man said, diverting his gaze.

"What is it, sir?"

"I need you and the hero named Void to be in DC in the morning."

"Okay, that might not be possible at the moment. Void has gone silent after his fight with Maximins. I don't think he's fully recovered yet," Sara lied. She wasn't about to put Aron in another situation where she would be forced to watch him die.

"I understand. I know the battle was hard-fought. It would take a blind man not to see that. But assure him this isn't about a mission... yet. The President wishes to speak with this Void character... you know how it is with politicians."

"I do," Sara nodded; having been a Secret Service agent before, she couldn't take the whining and the shallowness of some of the politicians and their family members she had been ordered to guard. So she became an NSA agent, which in truth, she had to admit she rather enjoyed. Plus, on the bright side, she got to work with Aron. How her heart raced, and her mind took a dreamy feel to it as she recounted the encounters they had in that very bedroom. "May I ask, sir, why does the President want to speak with Void?"

"Optics, mainly. He is up for reelection. I'm assuming he wants to be seen with the hero who shined light upon those who used that title to enrich themselves," he said, referring to the now booked, charged, and imprisoned former core members of The Sovereign Crusaders.

"I... see, I can't make any promises."

"I understand, be persuasive if you have to."

"Understood, sir," Sara said with a nod.

"Inform me the moment you get in contact with the hero, Void."

"Yes, sir." The moment the TV cut off, she squealed in delight as she hopped up and down in merriment. Knowing that she would have however long their stay would be to have Aron all to herself, and she planned on making the most out of it. Diving across her bed like an excited little girl for her phone. Smiling up at the screen as she peered at Aron's contact number. Feeling her clit throb as the images of the time she was stuffed with so many of his family's cocks. In truth, the highlight of that night was being carried in Aron's arms.

"Hello?" How her heart fluttered as the sound of his voice came over the line.

"Aron?"

"Yeah?"

"How would you like to go to DC?"

"Wasn't really on my list of places to visit; why?"

"Because the President wishes to meet you." Moving her phone away from her ear to ensure the line was still connected as there was only silence from his end.

"What do you mean the President wants to meet me?" Cupping her hand over her mouth to contain her giggle when she heard one of his female family members utter a: 'What?!'

"I don't know all the details. I was just ordered to get you and myself to DC post haste so we can be there by the morning."

"I see... and if I refuse?"

"Don't you dare blow off the President?!" Sara heard the woman berate Aron for his thought of not going.

"But... I have other things to do?!" She heard Aron state to whomever he was speaking to.

"Those things can wait a day or two. This is the President we're talking about?! You better go so Nettie can see her papa standing beside the man." Biting her lip, she now knew who was it that was speaking to Aron. Aminah. How she looked at and kept every picture, he had sent her of Henry and his baby girl. She so wanted that?! Sara wondered if she just couldn't entice Aron into making another. "Don't you want our children to be proud of you?"

"You're playing dirty."

"You'll live; now tell her you'll be there." Biting her lip to contain her giggle at the sigh Aron released.

"Fine. Where am I meeting you?"

"Just head to the command center's roof; I'll call ahead and inform them of your arrival. Pack a few clothes for a couple of days. I honestly don't know how long we'll be there. Plus, I kind of have to pack, too, since this totally came out of the blue. I'll meet you there in say two hours?" Sara spoke with bated breath.

"Alright. I'll be there."

"Thank you, Aron; I'll see you then," Sara said before ending the call. Her legs kicked wildly in the air at the prospect of being away and alone with Aron for days. "Get moving, Sara! You don't want to be late!"

"It's okay Nettie, Daddy is just going to be away for a few days. He'll be right back, I promise," Aminah cooed sweetly down at their daughter as she leaned over the railing as Aron began to pack.

"I don't know why I let you talk me into these things," Aron grumbled as he stuffed two shirts into his duffle bag.

"Because you love me, and you want to be a good father and set a good example for them, and what better way to do that than have a picture, a genuine picture of you and the President together?! Not even your past self can lay a hand on that," Aminah said, peering back at him with a loving smile. "How I know you want to be a good father," cutting him off when Aron began to speak, "it's because you were willing to go to battle against us just to keep Jill safe from the dangers we knew not of. So don't you fight me on this, Aron." Giggling when Aron just turned around and continued packing without a word. "See, your dad is just being stubborn." Her blue eyes flickered over to him as Aron pulled out his phone that was tied into Veil, which was tied into their communicators.

"Yes, Void?" Vera's voice came over the line as she panted for breath after knocking out the man in the armored exosuit he was wearing as they broke up the crime spree that had hit Metaville after the news of The Sovereign Crusaders members defeat.

"I need one of you to come back and watch Aminah and the kids for me," Aron stated.

"Why?"

"Because I have to catch a flight to DC."

"Why the hell are you going to DC?!" Tazia's scrappy voice came over the line.

"I've been informed the President wants to meet me." Holding the phone away from his ear as every one of them howled in joy and began talking rapidly at once. "Carl, come home; you're the fastest here."

"Go on, we can mop up things here," Noah said, coming over the line. "Son, we best be getting the whole story when you get back."

"When I know why, you'll know why."

"I'm so very proud of you?!" Vera exclaimed, knowing not many superheroes ever got the chance of meeting the President even when they saved the world two dozen times.

"You know this is just going to give him a bigger head, right?" Troy teased.

"Don't worry, Troy, you're little fandom is safe," Aron retorted. An evil grin spread along his lips, knowing how that irked his sister to no end. Especially when he knew and saw women bucking the police tape shouting out his brother's hero name when it was safe for onlookers to be there.

"How long will you be gone?" Tazia asked in a little pout.

"Couple of days, probably."

"You best take your suit."

"Like I would leave without it."

"Call the moment you get there," Vera said in a motherly voice.

"Yes, Mom, alright, Uncle Carl's here," nodding to his uncle when he appeared in the doorway, "I promise I'll be safe," he spoke before his mother could interrupt, "I'll be back soon. Hopefully by that afternoon."

"Be safe." Were the only words his mother spoke in that sweet, caring voice of hers.

Bending down once he had pocketed his phone, Aron placed a kiss on his son's forehead. The fight with Maximins had taught him one thing. He could no longer hold back. If he was to be this Void. Then he couldn't risk the same hesitation he had in that fight. Even he didn't truly know the full limits of his powers. That fight showed him a great many things, things that would shape our reluctant hero in the years to come. His thumb brushed along Henry's cheek as he rose. If he was going to walk this road, this destiny set out before him, then Aron would be a hero or villain depending on how you would view his actions, in his own right. That fight also told him he needed a team, a team that could handle the top-secret intel they would likely hear.

"Aminah?" His bag thumped against his leg when he lifted it off the surface.

"Yes, Aron," Aminah answered as she turned towards him. Her fingertips were light on the crib's railing, her skin heated at the touch of Aron's light caress as it slid along her waist. Her heart raced in her ears as Aron stood so close to her not even a sliver of light could get through. Feeling his thigh lightly brushing along her naked, wet, satisfied mound as she leaned against their daughter's crib in only a t-shirt. Her body trembled as her sensitive orbs brushed and rolled along Aron's developing chest. She had to bite her lower lip to keep herself from smothering Aron in her embrace.

"When I get back," watching her pupils dilating as his fingertips danced down along her ass, instinctually causing her hips to rock forward onto his thigh, "you and I are going to have a talk."

"O-oh, what about," Aminah stammered.

"The idea you proposed, it deserves another look," Aron said in his own subtle way of admitting that he was wrong. Seeing how her eyes quivered as she understood his meaning.

"You promise me, really promise me, you'll hear us out?" Aminah asked, trying to keep her breath from shaking as her labia rubbed along his thigh as she moved.

"As long as you hear out my own stipulations," Aron countered, knowing he was playing dirty at the moment, given how Aminah was still sensitive like she always was after sex. Yet, he just couldn't help himself.

Her eyes flashed dangerously when she felt Aron move on purpose. "I can do that," Aminah said with a nod, keeping herself from ravaging him right then and there.

"You're welcome," Aron spoke with an evil grin on his face as he passed Carl after saying his goodbyes to Nettie, knowing how aroused she gets when he teases her after sex.

The rooftop of the Metaville branch NSA Hub, an hour and a half later...

"Veil?" Aron spoke, knowing he could due to the voice dampeners in his mask.

"Yes, Void?"

"Take the bike home, but keep an eye on my signal, or if I say the word Lazarus send the bike," Aron directed as his eyes scanned down the HUD, going through the list of weapons and armaments he had on him. He knew their scanners couldn't penetrate his coat, so he had no worry about the Secret Service Agents.

"I understand, Void. I'll keep the bike on standby in case you need it."

"Keep me informed of Jill while I'm away," Aron said in a fatherly voice as the rooftop stairwell door opened.

"Of course, father."

"Void, Agent Honeybell has informed us of the situation. Please follow us; we'll escort you to the waiting SUVs," the man spoke, causing Aron to stop when he slipped something into his jacket pocket. "I did a tour in DC. Those are the much better places to stay if you need a bed."

"Thanks," Aron spoke with a nod before disappearing into the stairwell.

"You better have some idea of what this is all about." Aron's voice made her heart race as the engines of the private NSA jet powered up as the pilot went through the checklist.

"Sorry, I don't," Sara replied, trying not to smile as she turned towards him, trying not to eye the bag as she did.

"So, I just suddenly became a prop?" Aron bemoaned, only getting half of his statement right.

"Don't think of it like that," Sara said, a little hurt. "Think of it as just the two of us, alone in a far-off city; no one knows us, no one cares to remember us. No villain, no terrorists, none of that, just the two of us," she whispered low. Her eyes silently spoke his name, hoping that he was staring into them behind that mask of his.

"I could use a mini-vacation," Aron mused after some thought. Seeing the predator coming out in Sara's eyes, seeing that the chase was on.

"Then please, Void, climb aboard, and I'll personally see you safely to DC," Sara said, gesturing to the stairs. Her face may have been placid, yet her eyes showed the dark, the hungry, the sexual thoughts running around inside of her head at that moment. She knew the moment they were in the air, he would be hers, and she was going to love it!

The moment they were in the air Sara wasted no time in wrangling Aron's manhood from his pants. She was so very happy, then again she knew she would be doing this, that she had worn a skirt for the flight. Shoving up his mask to above his nose Sara passionately kissed those lips she's hungered for since their departure from the hospital. Moaning into his mouth as she slid down that hard pole of his. As much as she wanted to whisper sweet nothings to Aron, yet she had to be silent as she rocked her hips. She could only do this if they were alone, for the most part.

Her fingertips curled around the lapels of his jacket as she rested on her left side, her mouth open, voicing her silent, pleasure-filled groan as Aron's cock surged through her wet folds. Touching her in all the right places, she couldn't get enough. His hands held onto her hips as he took her from behind, or as much as one can in the seats of a government jet and remain hidden. She so hoped he wasn't recording this. Biting her lip, her grip tightened on his jacket to suppress her moan as her body was filled with that euphoria of her climax. Mouthing 'Do it' when she felt the swelling of his cock. After all, she had been ordered to get pregnant if it would help, and to her mind, it would indeed help to cement her place in Aron's life. Her fingernails lightly rasped along his cheek as her lips gently plucked at his as the last rope of his cum joined their brethren in her womb.

Sarah gently shook Aron awake as they approached the secret NSA airfield nearest DC, which in truth really wasn't that far. Her eyes took in everything as Aron roused himself from his nap. She knew from the bug, her bug, not the agency's, picked up that he hadn't had a decent sleep for some time. Not that that was unheard of; Aron did have two adorable children at home. She just hoped she could fill that spot as his lawful wife. She so wasn't about to break them up, as long as she could partake in the orgies.

"You're getting breakfast," Aron spoke between yawns. Leaning forward and grabbing his duffle bag from the floor.

"Would you like some peach stuffed crepes?" Sara asked, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air.

"Sounds delicious; I look forward to it," Aron replied, smirking beneath his mask.

"I'll try not to disappoint," Sara whispered, sucking on her lip, eagerly needing another hot load at that moment.

"Agent Honeybell, Void, welcome to DC, if you would follow me, I'll take you to your car, and escort you to Headquarters and prep you for your meeting with the President," the man, who Aron took to be in his late forties spoke as he ambled down the stairs behind Sara.

"If there's dancing involved, I'm out," Aron whispered, hearing how Sara was fighting herself not to giggle at that from in front of him.

"I'm going to have to ask you to hand over any and..."

"Not happening," Aron cut in as they approached the awaiting vehicles. He could be gone from DC in a matter of hours if he had to. Since he so wasn't about to hand over his tech, namely Veil, to them. They were spies, after all; he knew they would kill to get their hands on his gear.

"Agent, I know you probably don't know much about Void; he and the agency have... an understanding," Sara said, stepping forward when the man began to speak. Her eyes telling him to drop it, or she would have to pull rank on him and go over his head.

"I... see." Sara could see and understand the man's discomfort with that. The agency took a hard view on heroes. So she couldn't hold it against him. "Then please, we have a lot to go over," the man said, gesturing for them to get in.

Aron was so damn bored as he sat in the conference room as some wire-framed pencil pusher from the White House droned on and on about the protocols in place. His eyes cut quickly to Sara as she surged from her seat in an instant when the conference room door opened, and in stepped the Director of the NSA, Major General Hastings. Sara's hand repeatedly tapped beneath Aron's left arm to tell him to get up.

"Be at ease, Agent Honeybell. I didn't mean to intrude, but I had to lay my eyes on the man that saved the world," General Hastings said, holding out his hand to Aron. "While I wasn't in the room, I did listen while the mission was going on. Those were some powerful words of a man that knew his death was at hand. The data the scientist presented to the President showed the man just how late in response we would be without your involvement. The missions you were on pieced together the evidence that showed we were wrong. I'll admit, in all my years, I was not expecting to hear about a phase-shifting mastermind."

Aron arched an eyebrow at the man at the way he introduced himself. Then a flash caught his attention on his HUD that showed an increase in the pressure on his hand. "So a long-winded greeting to keep me distracted. He is the spymaster," Aron said to himself. Switching on his voice dampeners, "Veil." Knowing even with the photovoltaic cells built into the coat, it still wouldn't be enough power to run all his suit's functions and Veil at the same time as he could in the city. It was his backup should the receiver for the microwave power unit be damaged in battle.

"Yes, Void?"

"Find out where he's transmitting to and jam it." Aron knew Veil wouldn't take long to sniff out their hiding place. "Yes, you never know these days," Aron said, finally speaking to the General.

"Yes," General Hastings drew out the word as he watched as Aron easily destroyed the external enhancement he was using once he got his hand free of it before Aron crushed it between his thumb and index finger before tossing it onto the table. The dull ring it produced lingered eerily in the air.

"Sorry about that, sometimes... my strength gets away from me," Aron apologized, yet he knew they were testing him. The world's ex-strongest man was now sitting in a Super Max because of him.

"Yes, I can understand that." Aron noted how the General's eyes were trying to find a way to kill him. After all, he did prove to the world what a threat he could be if he ever went bad. So Aron couldn't blame the man for thinking like that. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Void. Agent Honeybell, a word," Hastings directed as his eyes fell upon his subordinate.

"Of course, sir," Sara said, squaring her shoulders. "I won't be long," she whispered as she lightly touched Aron's left arm.

Aron eyed the door waiting for Sara to return and save him from the man the White House had sent over. Like he was going to do a single damn thing, the man yammered on about. How he wished for the silence of his lab. The longing of the beakers, the clang of the test tubes, the hiss of his soldering iron, praying this whole thing didn't take more than a day. He so couldn't wait to get back home.

"Void," Sara stuck her head through the crack of the door, "come on, we're going to take the secret way to the White House," she said with a smile on her lips. "I didn't think you'd want the city to know you're here just yet," Sara spoke as she led Aron towards the elevator that would take them to the secret monorail that ran beneath DC that had a stop at every government site in the city. "You can place your bag in there; I assure you your belongings will be safe," Sara stated, gesturing to the row of lockers that sat against the far wall.

Aron had Veil record everything. Given that, he doubted he would ever see this place again. When he got home, he knew he would taunt them about the secret government subway he's been on. Plus, he would show Henry he didn't know why his son loved trains so early in life, yet he wasn't going to hinder it. He knew Henry would find the video enticing. Looking over when Sara lightly touched his arm as they sped down that concrete tunnel.

"You ready?" Sara whispered, knowing they were nearing their destination.

"To go home, yeah."

"You know what I mean," Sara said playfully, slapping his chest.

"Just eager to get this over with," Aron sighed, knowing it was never that simple with anyone in the government.

"I hope I'm not included in that," Sara whispered low.

"No, but I can if you..."

"Don't you dare," Sara hissed low, fighting to keep her serious face on when she knew Aron was only teasing her.

Aron was uneasy with the number of people waiting for their arrival on that platform. He didn't like the look in the man's eyes that had driven the monorail car when he said he would be back once the meeting was over. It seemed to him that he was walking into something worse than what he had just left. Sara's hand on his back kept him from fleeing back into the car when the awaiting group pressed in all around him. It seemed from what he was picking up that the President had switched it all up, and now it was to be televised live, now instead of the simple meeting in the Oval office. Which had also been changed to the Rose Garden.

Metaville, The Carter home...

"Hey, guys! Aron's on TV!" Aminah shouted when the TV show she had been watching as she nursed Nettie was interrupted. Hearing the scampering of feet in all directions racing towards the den. They knew this wasn't a part of the plan or what Aron had told them once he had landed in DC. "Look, baby, it's Daddy," Aminah spoke in a soft, sweet, motherly voice as she directed Nettie's attention to the TV. She reached out with her small left arm and opened and closed her hand as if to wave to him.

"Did we miss anything?" Tazia asked, sitting down beside her sister with Henry in her lap.

"No, nothing important, I'm recording it anyway," Aminah said, directing her sister's gaze to the light on the TV.

"Look, Henry, doesn't your Daddy look cool up there on the TV," Tazia whispered lovingly down at her son, who nodded along. Her mind flashed back to the night after their orgy with Sara when he explained what he meant before it all had started. How her face was red for days afterward when he did. Every time she would look at him, she would think about how history was repeating itself. Knowing how much of a great husband he would be given what her grandmother would always say about him, she just didn't know it was Aron she was talking about at the time.

"Thank you all for coming today," the President began to speak. Camera flashes went off; the news anchor covering it was softly talking in the background, listing off the backgrounds of those standing behind the man. "I know, lately, it has seemed the world around us has grown harsher in recent years. However, wherever there is darkness, there are those like this man," gesturing to Aron, who stood to his left, "who puts their lives on the line time and time again to keep us and our world safe from those that wish it and us harm. Who've never asked for a penny in return, who've always fought for the moral and righteousness of our society." His hand thumped on the podium three times as the President turned to his left. "So I propose this to Congress. Let us help these brave and selfless people. Let us protect these good-natured citizens who go out of their way to keep us and the world safe..."

"Did you see that?!" Carl asked as he noted the slight movement of Aron's head.

"Veil?!" Aminah and Tazia spoke down to their phone.

"Yes?"

"Are you in contact with Aron, or is he too far away from the base?" Tazia asked with a worried voice. Praying that this wouldn't be anything like the battle in Fides.

"Yes, I am; Void put three small satellites in orbit so he could be in communication with the base from anywhere around the globe."

"Then could you tell us what got Aron's attention?" Aminah inquired; she, too, had the same fear that Tazia had. That was the longest thirty seconds of her life.

"Yes, Aminah." All eyes were on the TV when Veil split the screen, and the mugshot from an Interpol file appeared on the screen. "Bohumil Akulov is a Bulgarian-born national turned genetic terrorist. He's a class 3 Metahuman. His crimes include multiple counts of mur*er, terrorism, bomb-making, money laundering, and many others. Interpol intelligence tracked him for a few months before they lost him; the last known sighting was entering a building known to be a hangout for a very extreme and very violent group that believes those with the genes for superpowers are the masters of this world and those that do not carry the gene whether it's on or not are to be made slaves to those that do."

"Go," Aminah spoke, looking hard at her sister.

"You sure?" Tazia asked with a pointed look.

"Yes, he needs his team out there," Aminah said, pointing at the TV.

"I promise, I'll bring him home," Tazia said to Vera and Aminah, seeing them both nod when Vera took Henry from her. "We're coming, Aron," she whispered as Neil sped down the tunnel once they all had suited up.

The feedback from the microphone screeched as Aron pulled the President away. It only took Sara a second to snap out of it before she found herself shielded by his out stretched coat. Hearing the bullets bouncing on the stage where they fell as he provided cover to get the President to safety.

"Give me a weapon, Void," Sara insisted, knowing she couldn't just do nothing, not when she was at his side.

"It might be a bit heavy for you."

"I don't care," Sara growled.

"Alright," her eyes glanced down as a shape appeared in the lining of his coat, "don't break it; it's older than you and me, both."

"Okay, what's the setting on this thing?" Sara asked as she looked over Aron's laser pistol.

"This isn't Star Trek; there is no setting."

"Right then," Sara muttered before rising and firing off shots to provide cover fire for the Secret Service agents that had got pinned down when the group attacked. She was so in love with that gun. It was almost like she was a kid again and firing off her first laser pistol if it wasn't for the flashes of the muzzles, the shouts, the screams, the cries for help.

"Why do you protect that sniveling coward?! You proved to the world that you're the strongest man alive. Why do you protect these normize? If you join us, you could have everything you could ever dream of!" The screens set around the garden flickered on, showing a masked man ranting about things only a few adhere to.

Aron's trench coat fluttered through the air once the agents got the President to safety. Coming to rest on Sara's shoulders, she was looking at him oddly as he took his original laser pistol from its holster while unlocking the seal on his spare. Which, in truth, was actually a new model to replace his aging ones. Weighing in at fifteen pounds, he had managed to keep it the same size as his old ones. He would have just retrofitted the old ones. Yet, the accelerator coil and the barrel, along with a few other critical parts for the pistol's operation, were all fused into one piece. He simply couldn't swap them out, not without a lot of remodeling on the new parts. It would simply be easier and faster to make new ones.

"Stay behind me," Aron directed as the masked man continued to ramble on.

"Right." Sara nodded firmly.

Spinning around, his HUB was awash in activity as Veil distinguished from enemy and civilian in a fraction of a second. The heat image of the man hiding behind a wall got his attention as that image showed the man was about to fire into a crowd full of tourists that happened to get caught in the middle. The sunlight played along the polished silver tip of his new pistol. Aron watched the power drain on the suit as the accelerator charged as he brought up his hand. A brilliant flash of red; streaked out as it raced down its chamber. Gaining strength as it bounced around repeatedly in the amplifier. Passing through the spinning focusing lens giving the laser a twist to it. Which in turn made shooting through solid stone walls easier. Their screams filled the air as the man dropped dead at their feet with a rather surprised look on his face before they took off running now that they were free.

It didn't take Aron and Sara long to secure the Rose Garden once they were free to do so. Nevertheless, the battle wasn't over as the terrorist changed their target given how Aron was in the way. "Can you keep up in that?" Aron asked, knowing he was going to have to leap to keep ahead of them.

"Of course, you're carrying me after all," Sara retorted with a coy smile. She wasn't about to let him go alone. "We'll handle the terrorists, you see to the President's safety," she said, looking at the Secret Service agents that hadn't been wounded in that surprise attack. Patting Aron's shoulder at his grumble once he had squatted down so she could climb onto his back. Not realizing that the whole episode was still being broadcast to the whole world. As the citizens of the world watched as Aron leaped into the sky. A new era was just on the brink of being born.

"God, I hate doing that," Tazia groaned once they had come out of Null space two miles above DC.

"Yeah, it's strange for sure," Neil agreed.

"Nah, that was about the same as breaking the light barrier," Carl cut in, brushing his siblings off when he looked for Aron's signal.

"Aron, Aron, can you read me?" Chery spoke into their communicator.

"Was wondering when you all would show up. Do you have my beacon?"

"Of course, we do," Tazia said, growing red in the face at the fact that Aron knew her so well he knew she would come for him.

"Good, I'm uploading something. I want you all to observe from the air but don't engage yet."

"Why not?" Chery asked, not used to being ordered about.

"We have them surrounded at the moment. But these are the small fry. We're hoping one of them would be stupid enough to send a signal out to their leader, and we'll use that to pinpoint their leaders' location; hopefully, they haven't sprouted out yet," Sara joined in after linking her Bluetooth earpiece to his communicator.

"Okay, but why aren't you joining us?" Chery asked, a little miffed that she wouldn't be able to spend their first mission together.

"The place is packed full of metahumans; these people aren't prepared to go toe to toe against that. But oddly, they aren't stupid either, at least not with me around. So I'm sticking around to act as a deterrent to keep the more stupider ones from doing something foolish. That's why I need you all to check out that ship I just uploaded to your interface."

"Okay, what or who do you think is on it?" Neil asked, being the voice of reason.

"Their leader, but it could just be another ghost they put up to throw us off, so be discrete in going in. If he is there, then take him down."

"I'll have a team standing by ready to go in and provide backup should he be there," Sara said, adding on to what Aron had just said.

"Alright, we won't let you down, Aron," Chery said as Neil turned their jet car towards the corrodents for Aron's mysterious ship. "We'll be in touch once we're near."

"Understood. Be safe." All eyes turned towards Tazia when Aron said that. A wide smile appeared on Chery's lips when Tazia had to hide how red her cheeks were when she knew his last words were meant for her.

"I'm going to kill that boy," Tazia grumbled; never in all her life has she ever been this prone to blushing by anyone.

"So cute, my little sis has a crush on her nephew," Chery teased, getting a chuckle from her brothers.

"Shut up," Tazia huffed, crossing her arms. Which only got more amusement from her elder brothers as they flew on.

Aron stood behind the FBI vehicles that had been called onto the case since the NSA can't operate on US soil. The red and blue flashing lights bathed the area of the commercial side of the port the terrorist had made their last stronghold at. His eyes ran over the thermal images of the hostages they had taken beforehand. It would seem they had this all planned out before they set the attack into motion.

"How many can you see?" Sara asked once she stepped up to his side.

"Twenty, they're keeping them pretty tightly packed," Aron answered, turning his head to look at her.

Metaville, The Carter home...

"If you're just tuning in, late this morning, in the Rose Garden, an armed group of terrorists stormed the area. The President was fired at, but luckily for him, Void, as this reporter has come to find he is called, was there in attendance. This new upcoming hero was the one that shielded the President until the Secret Service agents got the President out of harm's way. Then as you can see, this newcomer wasted no time taking out the armed terrorists. I know many of us watched what had happened in Fides. So that is why I contacted the hosts of Metaville Today so that we can get a handle on this..." The few seconds it took to secure the area played out showing the world just how many villains Aron had put in the ground that day, "hero, will do next, as we wait here as the FBI tries to negotiate for the hostages' freedom. Thank you, ladies, for joining me on air."

"Honey, relax, we have to trust in Aron," Noah said, laying his hand lightly on his wife's arm as they all were glued to the TV as the events in DC played out.

"But he didn't even shoot to maim?!" Vera exclaimed. They all were shocked as they watched Aron just cut those there down low without any hesitation.

"Mom, I know, I'm shocked too; Aron didn't have a choice. It was either shoot or watch those people die. Just because I can understand why he did it doesn't mean I have to like it," Isabel said, shutting her mother down when she started to speak.

"Fine, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it," Vera said, knowing this would forever end her dream of making the world see her son as the hero she sees him as.

"Thank you for having us, Philip."

"Beth, tell us about your thoughts after seeing this hero do that not a half an hours drive from here?" Philip asked, trying to get Beth on the defensive.

"Well... Philip, as you know, if you did any kind of homework on Void, then you would know he isn't like normal heroes you see flying about," Beth said, stubbing out Philip's arrogant tone before it could rear its head. "As for what happened in the Rose Garden, it indeed shocked us."

"Mmmhmm," her co-host hummed.

"However, you have to look at what was happening at that moment. The President was under fire, three agents were gunned down at the beginning. Scores of innocent people were either hurt or killed when those fiends stormed into that garden."

"Beth, you sound like you're defending the actions of this so-called hero," Philip stated, not hiding his disdain for Aron any longer.

"Settle down, honey," Noah said, taking hold of Vera to save their TV.

"Of course, I am! He's Metaville's hero; he's our Void. You may not like how he operates, yet you can not deny that those people would have died if he did not act. So you come on here, trying to spin the events that are still fresh, still raw in people's minds, and twist them from the truth. Void only used lethal force to keep the innocent safe. Anyone who watched what happened knows that."

"But how can you justify calling him a hero?"

"Simple, he isn't one, or that's what he would say from the sources I have at the headquarters for the reformed Sovereign Crusaders when he was there working undercover to bring the founder's crimes to light. Maybe this is the kind of hero we need right now. Just look around the world and see how many crime bosses, supervillains, or leagues have sprung up around the globe. There is a time and place for the normal type of hero, then there are times like today, where someone has to make that choice. Do I take a life to save a life? I know those in attendance, a few of them friends of mine, are damn happy that Void made that choice."

"Philip, let me ask you, would you rather Void just stood there and let those innocent people be slaughtered?" her co-host asked, putting Philip on the defensive.

"No, I never said that," Philip replied, growing red under the collar.

"You know he doesn't have super speed, so he can't be everywhere at once, you know. What would you have him do then, subdue them with his fist? How many more people would die if he had done that?"

Suddenly the feed was switched back to their studio. Explaining there was some technical difficulty on the crew's end in DC. In reality, everyone knew who was watching that day and the many more to come; it was because, in essence, Philip ran away. He would later say the FBI had put up a signal jammer that was the cause of the interruption, but everyone knew. It wasn't long until a special web edition of the Metaville Today show was broadcast on their website. The massive turnout from their social media following shut down their site not once but four times with the number of people trying to get on to watch their explosive defense of their hometown hero. Which had been taped and later rebroadcasted late that night due to its popularity. It was a very hot debate even through the wee hours of the morning as the second day of the stand-off began.

"Breaking?! This just in, the standoff in Alexandria, Virginia between the FBI, NSA, and Homeland Security and the members of the extremist group 2457, whose numbers signate the genome thought responsible for the mutation of superpowers, has come to a conclusion in the very early hours of the morning. When the leader of this terrorist group was apprehended by the members of The Dark Marauders, who identified themselves as members of the group, this recent star of a hero leads.

However, the hostages' safety was still in danger while his team raided the villain's floating hideout. The news crews that were there were asked to distance themselves from the scene as they prepared to storm the warehouse. Nevertheless, one of our more gung-ho cameramen that works for our affiliate in DC captured this... I warn you now, viewers, what you're about to see is indeed graphic and violent. So please view at your own discretion." The rest of the Carter family sat there at their kitchen table, watching the exploits of their son, brother, and extended family members in action.

"Hey, guys! I have your leader; why don't you come out, and we can settle this like reasonable adults." They all listened as the camera peered through the branches. They could only make out Aron and Tazia with her metallic skin activated. Vera noticed how Aminah took hold of Henry's hand, a fear centered in her eyes. She knew what happened in Fides still haunts her. Reaching over, Vera hugged her sister to her as they watched on. "I got to say, from what I'm told from what they found in your leader's cabin. It wasn't pretty. They tell me it was covered from wall to ceiling of naked pictures of normal, powerless men. Kind of weird for the leader of a genetics superiority group to have about. Not the naked men, no, that's fine, but the normal humans?!"

Squeezing her sister's shoulder when she noted Aminah's smile. Even she could see that Aron had just ended the man's influence on the group permanently. Even if it was a lie, which Vera highly suspected it was, even then, doubt had formed in their group. She wondered if her son was smiling beneath that mask of his; as a woman gifted with giantism burst through the front wall of the warehouse. Her free hand moved in time with the blow she sort of saw; given the vantage point of the camera, he landed high on the woman's leg to drop her to a knee, just like she had taught him when fighting someone with that power. Her fist was clenched as she watched how Aron bounded off the woman's right knee and off her left; his jet boots gave him an extra boost when his fist landed squarely on the woman's jaw knocking her out cold.​