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You know those moments, where you look back in age at an event and say "That...that was when it all started." A bad habit, a relationship gone wrong, financial collapse- big, life altering events that force you to take stock. To really try and understand where everything went wrong and why, and what your part was in it. How much was your fault? What's your culpability in the the trainwreck of your life? Those moments that define you....you know what I'm talking about?

This wasn't one of those.

God, Aaron was bored. There were few times in recent memory that he wished he was back in the war zone, but being met at the airport by a short, frumpy looking receptionist with sandy blonde hair and glasses- a male one, ya sexist- who seemed all too eager to take him to the new office space of "Hero" headquarters and show him around. Give him the lay of the new landscape. Riding in the town car listening to the dull, faded sounds of the fellow drone on made him put his chin in his hand and stare out the window at the great city lights and just....space. He'd give the occasional, non-committal or identifying "Mm hmm..." every now and again, making sure the guy felt like he was contributing something without really having to focus or make an effort.

He glanced down at his attire- worn and faded blue jeans, a white T shirt with a darker blue jacket. His ring and necklace. Was he wearing the right stuff for meeting with his peers? Were they his peers? What were they, exactly? He'd been with the Hero association only a short while, and almost immediately they wanted to move him back to the states, from Germany. Things must be getting bad here.

As they arrived, he opened the door to the car in the middle of his drivers sentence and stepped out, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket and looking up at the skyscraper they'd pulled in front of. He'd start up the steps, flexing and relaxing his fingers at the idea of the peasantries that were soon to happen. Painted faced in the dark- people putting on the smiles that were so damn necessary in today's world. He opened the door to the office, using his other hand to comb his fingers back through his hair before approaching the front desk.

"I'm sorry....I'm supposed to meet someone, here? From the Program?"

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[Dominic Weaver]

Surge The best part of “believe” is the “lie”. + @aaron

Dominic didn't run the Hero Program, he was an agent first and foremost, and he kept his fingers firmly in the public relations pie. The program might have been his brainchild, but he was quite happy for most of the day to day management, and the tougher decisions, to be left to the government officials who ran the Federal program. It wasn't as if he had any experience or training in running a Federal police force. Though to call Heroes Police was a gross simplification, and he found it a little insulting. The man that he was meeting today was a new recruit. One who apparently would not need much of the training that most of the other Heroes had gone through. He was ex-military, and apparently was blessed with bullet-proof skin. He smiled inwardly, Aaron and Alice should meet. Still, they would need Heroes like him. They hadn't lost anyone yet, but it was only a matter of time, and he knew it was important that the Program could point to more successes than failures. Dead Heroes were too glaring a failure to pass up the chance of near imperviousness. New York city was a challenge in and of itself. Already it was a hotbed of metacrime, the dense population producing a vast amount of metas through the law of averages. They needed someone who could lay down the law quickly and brutally, maybe this Aaron Hunt would be the one. He smiled his effortless smile as he saw the man entering, walking over as he asked a question by the desk, extending a hand. "Aaron right? I'm Dom, Dom Weaver." It was impossible not to like Dom. There was something about him that left you unable to think negatively of him. It helped that not only did he appear honest, but he was honest. He might be in PR, but he knew better than to try and lie to people to gain their trust. It had crossed his mind that this quality might lend itself to an ex-military man. He indicated the elevator. "Shall we go up?"

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"I'm sorry....I'm supposed to meet someone, here? From the Pro-"

He was cut off by the approach and words of a man who's figure Aaron's eyes caught as he entered. Like Darth Vader honing in on Luke, Aaron could tell the force was strong with this one. He had that power strut down, and gave an easy and charming smile that was prevalent in political circles. Maybe an executive of the program? Despite joining, he knew next to nothing about them. Most of his time was spent overseas, working with meta-military groups to train them up on fighting other supers. The faces that were plastered all over billboards meant very little to him, so Dom might be a little put off to see a distinct lack of starshine in his eyes as he would give a little nod.

"It's a pleasure, Dom. You'll forgive me if I don't shake hands, old habits die hard."

Had this guy never seen "Heroes"? Sorry Arthur Petrelli, you're not gonna get him so easily. If the reference flies over the readers head, that's alright- It was a throw-back to an old show, in which Arthur was a man who had the ability to absorb, steal or copy the powers of those he touched. Aaron was very much aware of this possibility as well as others, and made sure to keep himself alert at all times. That was the "old habit" bit- always aware that a world with powers meant a world in which more possibilities forced someone to think about the things they wouldn't normally think about. As a Marine, Aaron carried himself in exactly that manner- as someone who was always ready for the next threat. He'd follow Dom to the elevators, hands still in his jacket as he'd glance around the interior of the building.

"Is...this whole building the program?"

Seemed a little frivolous. As a new organization, he assumed they struggled with money, with allocating resources. Unless they had multi-billion backing, he couldn't relate the expense of such a place with so new a structure. Still, he'd step inside the elevator and allow this one to take him wherever it was they needed to go. He was eager to see, after all, what made the program the "Best resource to serve", as their commercials outlined.

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[Dominic Weaver]

Surge The best part of “believe” is the “lie”. + @aaron

Dom held up his hands in a surrender-like gesture. "Fine by me. Everyone has their quirks." The man seemed distinctly unimpressed, and Dom smiled. Maybe he was wrong, this guy would have to meet Will. If anyone was a born cynic it was the ex-detective turned PI. It seemed like this man had the same sort of outlook on life. Dominic couldn't blame him, he'd only been on the front lines himself for a few months, and even then only in San Francisco as a vigilante. It wasn't a life he particularly wanted to go back to. He grinned at the question, shaking his head. "I wish, no it's just temporary offices for now. We needed somewhere reasonably central that we could use to place liaisons, co-ordinators and managers. We've rented out a floor, which is costing a fortune, but it's just while they sort out something more permanent." He shrugged, it wasn't as if the Program had a limitless bankroll, but it was necessary right now in order to begin bringing some kind of stability back to the country. Right now a lot of money was being funnelled into metahuman focused programs; the Hero Program was just the most obvious at the moment. The Government didn't want to look like they weren't actively engaged in dealing with metacrime. Still, it wasn't like they were rushing the building of a Program Headquarters. Most Heroes were still operating out of their own apartments, occasionally coming into the offices for meetings, briefings and debriefings. "I can give you a tour if you're interested, but it's really not a lot to look at I'm afraid. The receptionist is ours, fortunately, or there might be a story of a new Hero in town hitting the internet any moment now." Dominic reached out and pressed a button. "The Program is ultimately still a government project, and like pretty much any government project, that means there is a strict budget. Things are tricky enough right now that as long as we're sensible we're fine and the government will fund things, but renting out an entire building like this would be a waste of money, and space. There are currently only three Heroes active in New York, and one of them is in hospital right now." He was completely frank, Aaron should know what it was that he was signing up to, not that he should have to worry too much about injuries. From what Dom had read there wouldn't be a lot that could put this guy down. "We only need three co-ordinators, eight liaisons and two managers. Plus the dozen or so people that just appear to come packaged with any office. No intern though, you'll have to get your own coffee." The elevator dinged, and Dom lead Aaron out onto the appropriate floor. There was a man stood across from the elevator with an earpiece. A careful observer would notice the slight bulge beneath his armpit. Dominic nodded at him. "Hey Harvey." He showed Aaron around, not that it took long, he introduced him to the co-ordinator on duty, the manager and two of the liaisons before showing him what he jokingly referred to as "The War Room" As they were walking down the corridor he asked over his shoulder. "I know you've already heard this question, but humour me. Why'd you join? Surely the government was willing to throw money at you to keep you on the battlefield?"

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Aaron listened, this time, with full attentiveness. The workings of this place and the people who ran it were of the utmost importance, to him. An understanding of the standards they would set, what it was he was signing up for. As the elevator climbed, he'd lean his right shoulder against the wall and would watch the man as he spoke. How he carried himself. Confident. Self assured. He seemed like he really understood the inner workings of this place. As the elevator opened, his eyes quickly glazed over the man and his firearm, giving him the smallest of smiles and a little nod. He could respect security work like that- it was a dangerous job especially in this atmosphere. He could see it becoming safer as time went on, but he would hate to be that first guard of the program. He would look the place over as he walked in. One floor, receptionist. Only a few meta's. It seemed he would have his work cut out for him.

Truth be told, he preffered it that way.

Too much power, too much money, not enough problems....having that red tape made sure you didn't get out of control. In Afghanistan, he'd had very little leash, or at least his group did. Meta soldiers in zones of non-meta users? Chaos reigned supreme. He sniffed. No, it definitely smelled of bureaucracy and politics here. Its what wa needed to maintain composure and keep the place in line. He would give small nods and "It's a pleasure" to each of the people he was introduced to, before he turned his attention back to the director who asked a question he'd heard from the cab driver, from what remained of his family....really anyone who learned he was in the program. He'd glance at the others before letting out a little breath turning his gaze back to Dom.

"You got somewhere private we can talk?"

Assuming he did, he'd follow after the director (yeah, he was fully planning on continuing to call the man that even if he didn't know what his role was) to the place, assuming it was probably a closed off room. He'd clear his throat and look to him, bringing his hands out of his pockets and walking a little around the room.

"This is a nice place. I get....good vibes. That's a thing people still say, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, he would continue.

"Why I joined....why did you? If you don't mind humoring my question first."

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[Dominic Weaver]

Surge The best part of “believe” is the “lie”. + @aaron

"Of course" Dominic lead the up until now fairly quiet man into a small lounge area. It was closed off, not quite a waiting area, but not an employee break room either. When dealing with people that could pick up cars with their minds it didn't pay to be too casual. Of course those likely to flip at such a thing wouldn't make it into the program. But there was no sense finding that out while they were in the offices was there? He gestured widely to any of the chairs scattered about, taking a seat himself, lounging in the fashion that suggested he could make himself comfortable anywhere. He smiled, "Times haven't changed that much." His next question was a little more direct, but entirely fair. To ask for the answer first was perhaps a little rude, but not at all unexpected. The answer was probably a good deal more simple than he had expected. "I didn't. I'm not a Hero. I don't go out on the streets to save lives. Although I would be remiss if I didn't explain why I'm here or what I do." He raised a hand and allowed a few sparks to jump between finger and thumb. "I am a metahuman, and I have used them to the detriment of the less than legal sides of business. But I don't do that anymore." A dramatic gesture seemed to take in the whole room, and those beyond it. "All of this, humble though it may be, is my baby. I developed my powers before the Event, one of the few that did, and I knew once the Event happened that normal police forces wouldn't be able to deal with metahumans. No one was ready for this. I don't run it, I just handle PR. It's what I was born for. If you couldn't tell already. I make a lot of money, if that's what you were wondering, but I did that anyway. No. I do this because of someone I met who believed that this was the right thing to do. I sort of got caught up in it and a program like this was inevitable, so I got in on the ground floor." He made his last statement with a self-deprecating grin. "Now I've shown you mine…"

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He listened quietly, leaning against the wall opposite Dom and watching him speak. His curiosity was piqued when he said what he used to do- a questionable truth Aaron would have to dig into later. Usually, when someone sprinkled a little truth in the rest was likely to be a lie. But this man didn’t seem the dishonest sort. At least not entirely. Everyone was entitled to their own secrets, and he wouldn’t continue to press this fellows. When he finished, Aaron let out a low hum, turning his eyes toward the windows as the silence would drag on a little more. He was trying to decide what to tell him. How much. He supposed the government wouldn’t look too kindly on him spilling everything, but he would tell enough to get the message across.

“My abilities landed me a spot on a meta human military task force. Not really dark ops Jason Bourne shit but more....special operations. Like the seals.” He waved it off. “Anyway, in my task force we would track down meta targets as they were popping up following the event and either bring them in or put them down. No third option.” He had turned his gaze back to Dominic by now, and would continue. “This task force operated with very little oversight and no red tape. That becomes a problem when the lead of the team is killed and the second in command decides that wiping out an entire village of civilians is preferable to discovery or capture.” He let that hang for a moment. “I refused to assist in the...silencing of the lambs, as it were. And because of that explosive blip on my radar i left the military rather than re-sign my contract.”

He’d stand up off the wall.

“I joined the Hero association on paper, sure. But I wasn’t committed until just now, because I wanted to meet someone in charge and you’re the closest thing to it. A face people will recognize and trust. I’ll have to do the same, of course, until I’m given reason to do otherwise. I joined for the same reason I joined the military- I wanted to serve people, and fight against the bad things that happen on a daily basis. But whoever is above you, whoever you go to for orders...they should know this-”

His brows came down.

“If this turns out to be no different than my time in the marines, I won’t just leave. I’ll rip the place apart to its foundations. Then, I’ll break that down too, brick by brick.”

He’d stare....before finally removing his hand from his jacket and offering it for a shake. The guy worked with electricity- and Aaron could take a step toward offering a little trust after that, right?

“It’s a pleasure to be working with you, Dom.”

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[Dominic Weaver]

Surge The best part of “believe” is the “lie”. + Will Chase + @aaron

Aaron was frank, surprisingly so. The Hero Program was Federal, and as such they could access a lot of information, Dominic wasn't really sure exactly how much, he tended not to have access to the classified details unless the Heroes involved chose to share it with him. He could have pushed for the position of Director of the Hero Program, but he wasn't qualified to act as the head of a national Police force, or any sort of Police force. Besides, it just wasn't the kind of thing that interested him. He was good at PR, so that was what he focused on. Dominic smiled faintly, "You remind me of someone. Same kind of morals." Interesting that he was so forthcoming with the information. Dominic wouldn't have thought the military would be too happy with that honesty. Not that he himself minded. Dominic like a man who was honest, it was so much easier to keep track of what they were doing. Dishonesty was a sure fire way to lose the support of the public. It was so much harder to catch someone lying when they didn't make a habit of it. "Well that's a… relief? I would hate to have thought that you declined because of something I said." The next response was not entirely expected, and was little more than a barefaced threat. It was not entirely ineffective, after all, Dominic had a vague idea of this man's military career. His power was not insignificant either. Still, Dominic couldn't blame the guy, he had the kind of ironclad convictions that he'd seen in Will. This was a man who brooked no quarter, who gave no forgiveness, but at least he was on the right side. It seemed that the stare, which Dom received unflinchingly, having been the recipient of some far more terrifying stares from some far more terrifying beings, was the end of the man's threat. He extended a hand, which Dom took, shaking it firmly. "And you. I promise we're not crooked." He stepped back, gesturing towards the door, "Now there's somebody I'd like you to meet."

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[Will Chase]

Will had been reluctant when Dom had first asked him to come in. He had an irrational fear of running into Alice there, and even without that the building was packed to the brim, making it difficult for him with his power. The first fear had yet to be realised, thankfully, but the latter was very much an issue. The constant pressure was akin to a crowd of hundreds shouting at you all at once, and it had Will ill-tempered and on edge. He now knew far more about the Hero Program in New York than he had wanted to, very little of it actually useful; knowing exactly who was cheating on their partner would be a fantastic power for a sitcom character, but Will had precious little patience for such irrelevant details. There were a few interesting tidbits about the New York heroes and villains, at least, but nothing particularly worth mentioning. Will had been very careful to keep his attention as far away from Dom and his conversation with the blond man as possible, trying his best to avoid invading their privacy. Ironically, that was probably why he had learned so much about the other people in the building, for he had needed to focus on other things to avoid picking up on the two of them simply by dint of being nearby. The opening of the door behind him drew his attention however, and he found himself practically rifling through their heads almost without meaning too - Dom had asked him there for a reason after all, though Will still felt a little uncomfortable with what was undeniably an invasion of privacy. There was one benefit however. He already liked the ex-soldier, he seemed like a man after Will's own heart. Ash would've probably started talking about twins being separated at birth, or secret government cloning programs. He smiled at the two of them, offering a hand to Aaron. "Hi, I'm Will Chase. Dom and I are old friends." Privacy is not something that I'm merely entitled to, it's an absolute prerequisite. Will Chase 333 Words

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Aaron would nod and let Dom lead him to whoever it was he wanted to introduce him to. As they exited, his eyes caught sight of the man and the fact that he was clearly expecting their exit. Had he been expecting them? Had Dom figured that this one would be a person that he should get to know? Perhaps he was someone that Dom answered to. Regardless, that mattered little to him. Who he was or where he came from was information he would know soon enough. He'd check the fellows hands and stance to make sure there was no threat, before he'd glance to Dom and actually speak the reason for his lack of desire to shake hands.

"Aaron Hunt."

He'd roll his shoulders at the offer of the hand.

"I knew a guy who could take your ability simply by touching you. He loved shaking hands, so I usually try to avoid it. Makes me out to be a prick more often than not but...sort of become a habit. I'm sure you understand."

He couldn't help but think about his former Captain. The man who took over for the now-dead Commander. Jeffery Harrison. Dude was a time bomb, and looking back Aaron should have found a way to break his neck. He blinked and sighed before looking at Dom and back to Will, thankful for the connection to understand why they should meet. Perhaps this Will did not own or direct this place. But why would Dom want them to meet? He'd furrow his brow and reanalyze in half a beat how this guy stood and carried himself before asking fairly bluntly-

"You a soldier? or a cop, maybe?"

Or maybe he came from a military family. Fathers who were in the service sometimes raised their kids to have the same level of discipline. It was something in how they kept their shoulders straight, how they sat or shook or looked at you. A man in the service could almost always notice another man in the service, and Aaron was still alive because of his ability to pick out people who didn't belong in normal, civilian life. Well...didn't belong to a certain extent, anyway. Figure of speech. He'd also look over the rest of the office, trying to absorb some faces while they spoke.

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[Dominic Weaver]

Surge The best part of “believe” is the “lie”. + Will Chase + @aaron

Dom smiled as he realised the reason for withholding his hand earlier, and then frowned at the thought of a metahuman with that kind of power. Just what couldn't they do? Hopefully things would never come to that, but then Aaron had obviously not been particularly fond of him. He scratched his head awkwardly during the man's questions to Will. If the man had trust issues then introducing him to a telepath might not help with them. Nonetheless, Dominic felt it was necessary. He hadn't mentioned Will's abilities to the people running the Program, the man wanted his own privacy, and he doubted he would appreciate someone poking around inside his head. Still, New York was in a precarious position regarding meta crime, and he needed to know that this Hero could be trusted. God knows what might happen if he turned. "Will is a personal friend of mine, I'd say we go way back, but that isn't exactly true." He glanced at the older man a moment, "What we do have is shared experiences. And I would trust him with my life." He shrugged, here goes nothing. He had to at least be upfront with the guy. It would be better to admit that they were snooping in his head now than for him to find out later and quit. In truth, Dominic wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought of mind reading himself, and he knew Will well, trusting the man implicitly. "Will here is a telepath. I don't know if you've ever met one, but he can tell if you're lying, among other things." Hopefully the ex-soldier wouldn't be too angry. "Call it insurance, paranoia, whatever, but New York is pretty delicate right now, and we can't risk something going wrong here. Attitudes towards metahumans aren't as bad as they could be, but New York is exactly where it could all go wrong. I… we can't take that risk."

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[Will Chase]

Aaron's paranoia was a little unexpected, but it wasn't like Will could judge him for it. After all, Will had practically written the book on paranoia, especially since the Event. It wasn't hard to see danger in every shadow, when you knew that there very well could be. What's the saying? It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you. Considering that a year had gone by with no one tracking him down there probably wasn't anyone out to get him, but Will reserved the right to be an overly paranoid nutcase if he wanted to. It was a free country dammit. Well, it was supposed to be. The reluctance to shake his hand was a bit of a surprise and left Will feeling uncomfortably awkward for a few seconds until he dropped his hand back down to his side. He probably should've seen that coming, honestly. He was the telepath in the room after all, the only telepath he knew of. It was his job to know what other people were thinking. What he was not surprised about, however, was that Aaron had noticed that he wasn't civilian. "Well spotted, I was a detective in the SFPD," he said, smiling slightly. "I left the force a few years back though, had a little trouble with my superiors." That was an understatement and a half, but it wasn't like the real circumstances were particularly important to their conversation. He went quiet , allowing Dom to speak. It might've been Will's power, but Dom was by far the better salesman. Will didn't think there'd be too much of a problem though. Aaron would probably be a little unhappy at the breach of privacy, but he wouldn't be breaking anything. "I know it's not really something I can prove, but I swear I didn't go beyond the surface Aaron. Your secrets are your own, and they will remain your own." Will rubbed the back of his neck a little guiltily, then straightened and fixed the other man with a serious look. "I hope I never have reason to go further than that." Privacy is not something that I'm merely entitled to, it's an absolute prerequisite. Will Chase 359 Words

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"I'll see you on the other side, drink in hand, smile on my lips."

Aaron's gaze was on the room, but would snap back to Dom before slowly moving to Will. His gut reaction was to snap the mans neck. It was nobody's right to invade someone in such a way. It was like rape, but of the mind. At the same time, working in the field they did, he could understand the necessity. So he would lick his lips and offer the smallest of smiles.

"I take it you found what you needed." He looked to Dom. "Don't trick me into something like this again. Just tell me outright that it's necessary." He wouldn't wait for a response, bringing his attention back to what Will said. "Trouble with superiors...? In what way? Were they corrupt? Or you just didn't care for them?"

There was a clear distinction between those two things. Not caring for who your superior is was not an excuse to abandon your duties. Not in his opinion or career. He understood that there was a difference between cops and soldiers, but they were the same in that they were risking thier lives to serve others. He respected the hell out of that. If they were corrupt, there was no better reason to bounce in his opinion. Serving at the hands of those you claim to intend to put away would be a bitch for any officer. He let out a low hum.

"Me too. I have to ask though- who keeps you in check? If you can take anyones thoughts at a whim, how do we keep you from using that against others. I, for instance, have no way to know whether you took those surface thoughts, or if every government secret I've got locked away has been laid bare."

It was a reasonable question. The man may have an impeccable honor code, but if things were questionable to the point they needed him to investigate everyone who joined, how do they stop the threat he presented?

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[Dominic Weaver]

Surge The best part of “believe” is the “lie”. + Will Chase + @aaron

Dominic could read the restrained anger in the man's body. If he'd thought that it would really be an issue though, then they wouldn't have been having this conversation in the first place. New York was delicate right now, and while they needed powerful Heroes, the last thing they needed was one that would further alienate the public from the concept of metahumans. He raised his eyebrow at the warning, a less secure man would have viewed it as a threat, and he hadn't thought Aaron the kind to issue threats. After all the man had all the power to back it up, although Dominic had gone into this meeting with enough charge to fry a small herd of elephants, just in case he had misjudged the soldier. It was rare that he couldn't get a read on someone, but he wasn't so arrogant as to think that it couldn't happen. It had saved him in more than one situation. He looked to Will, not going to answer the questions that were clearly directed at the other man. The ex-cop was more than capable of handling himself, he didn't need Dominic looking out for him. It was clear that it was a loaded question, and that Aaron's opinions of them were shifting and changing depending on these responses here and now. He stepped in at the next question. "That I can't answer, but it's a question we could pose you. Will is powerful, and I'm not exactly incapable of looking after myself, but we are both more than aware of just how potent metahumans can be. Metahumans like you. Really, if you decided to go on a rampage, there's not a whole lot normal people could do to stop you. Now I've met metas who could kill you in a heartbeat. Who watches them?" He sat on the couch, leaning back and laying one arm against the top, "Humanity has recently been informed that they live in a world where gods masquerade in mortal flesh. We have to remind them that they are still important, or who knows what might happen?" He shrugged, "I don't know who keeps Will in check, but I would trust him with my life, and the lives of those I care about. You might have had more than your fair share of shit. But so have I. So have we. Stuff like that doesn't leave you unmarked. He risked his life then for us and for people that he doesn't know. Just the same way that you want to now."

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"I'll see you on the other side, drink in hand, smile on my lips."

Aaron wasn't a big fan of whataboutism. Where his question is answered with another question- but in this case, he'd humor Dom, answering before Will could get a response in.

"Oh, it's a fair question. Stopping me would be a problem. But it's possible, because you'd know that I'd gone off the deep end. You'd see the evidence of my insanity in the havoc I began to raise. If you went off the deep end, Dom, it would be the same. Most people would be able to be stopped. Your problem is you're putting me and him on the same level. My abilities manifest physically. His are meta-physical. Abstract. He could have every secret of every person he walks by without even trying and none of us would know."

He glanced back at Will, then shrugged.

"No offense to you or nothing. But I understand humanity. Absolute power like that tends to corrupt, absolutely. I don't think I would ever take the chance of being in the same room as you again, after today. Or even the same city block."

There was just too much he knew, too many secrets. Troop deployments, numbers, meta-operations, authorizations and more. Of course, Will would probably drown in the sea of bodies Aaron had left in his wake, but he'd find out things too. Important things. Things he'd sworn oaths to protect. He would sigh and shake his head.

"It's been great to get an idea of this place, but I should go. Duty calls." He'd finally remove his hand and offer it to Will, confident now that he was who he said he was and could do what he said. "Try not to give in to the temptation, Mr. Chase. I'd hate to have to kill you."

He gave a little laugh and if Will took it, he'd shake hands with the man before heading out.

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