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These types of office meetings weren't ever Trevor's cup of tea, but they were a necessity. A means to an end, but to which end, he was unsure. A lifetime of fighting and war, for some semblance of greater good, had been his vice, and his purpose, only ever getting close enough to death to feel her claws graze him. He knew fear, but, if he were honest with himself, these meetings were an even greater fear.

One could say he feared boredom more than death itself.

A labyrinth of hallways, windowed and walled, lay in his path to the office of the man who had summoned him, one Dominic Weaver. World events over the months preceding this one hda shifted the entire paradigm of world powers into a state of flux, guided either by paranoia, or greed. Being a man of honor, himself (as honorable as a Family owned, government paid assassin can be), he didn't play into the politics of the situation. All it meant was that his jobs went from hunting or capturing the occasional meta to wiping out whole teams. It was a tiring job, but, thanks to his power, he's managed to keep himself in peak condition, so sending a man halfway up the hill to a century wasn't quite as ridiculous as it sounded.

He stepped in, saw the receptionist, and nodded as she smiled and nodded back. He walked past her and made the rest of the way to the office, tossing every other thought around his head as he had made his way. The sounds of war never left his mind, but, the adrenaline rush was always why he went back. The scars on his body were proof of his imperfections as a warrior, but his victories far outshined the markings he received. The badges he earned held weight, but not as much weight as the near death experiences that has kept him on his toes for the better part of his entire life. He wasn't the active thrill seeker that would parade himself around a Skydiving Camp, or do parkour on the top of skyscrapers, no. He wanted to do something that made a difference, an impact, on the world, for both metas and those without powers. Arriving at the door, he knew he would be opening it to just another occasion to do so, always with the excitement that he'll either come home… or he won't.

Just a matter of time, Trevor mused to himself.

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[Dominic Weaver]

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

Dominic was beginning to consider refurnishing his office in New York. It wasn't technically 'his office' it belonged to the Program, but the situation was so delicate in New York City that he seemed to spend more time here than he did at home in San Francisco. He was fortunate he had such a good team at Ascendant, otherwise the company might be struggling with it's CEO so absent so frequently. He might have faced more resistance if it weren't for the fact that the Program brought in millions, and just their association with the Hero Program meant they were fighting off approaches from other companies with a stick. Gregory wasn't here this week, helping Dominic's people hold the fort back in San Francisco. He missed having him around, not least because he'd never met a PA that could compare with the slender platinum haired man. He seemed to have every single detail at his fingertips at every moment, and he was insanely organised. Dominic knew he owed a great deal of his success to him. It was his PA's absence that led to Dominic's surprise at the man's arrival. Engrossed in his current proposal, he had completely forgotten the meeting he had scheduled now. Saving his work, he swiftly swept the notes from his desk into a draw, before standing and registering who it was who had actually walked in. The man wasn't tall, but he held himself with the kind of excellent posture that made him look tall. Even without the uniform it would have been obvious that he was military or ex-military. As it was, it simply drove the point home, the immaculate uniform made eye-catching by the dozen or so medals pinned onto the chest. Dominic imagined there were some Generals with less evidence of their success. It was a dramatic contrast to the suit Dominic wore, the jacket hung over the back of the chair. Eventually Dominic's eyes made their way to the man's face, although he'd already worked out who it was before they got there. With a broad grin he crossed the office, extending a hand. "Captain Killian. A pleasure to see you again."

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He took his hand and gripped firmly as he nodded his head.

"Likewise, Mr. Weaver. It has been a minute, hasn't it?" he replied, grinning in return. "Sorry for the delay, I had only just gotten the notification when I returned to my post." It mattered little, Trevor was sure, to Dom about punctuality. They were both busy men, who respected each other's time and place in the world enough to know that even passive support was enough. This time, however, he knew he needed to show up. This wasn't a meeting to be skipped, and Trevor was known for skipping meetings.

"So, what has me back in the Big Apple? Not that I'm complaining, I particularly enjoy the food in this area." he would move over to the chair, unbuttoning his jacket to take a seat, though waiting for the invitation to do so, beforehand. Manners before business, a mantra that his father had always preached to him, and Trevor had found that even in the most dire of situations, being cordial could get you far. In this case, with this very businesslike meeting, Trevor knew that it would be one of three things he was called upon for.

They were far too busy for meet and greets, even as colleagues. Trevor had terrorists to put hollow points in, and Dominic had the responsibility with the Heroes from here, as well as any other offices he may have. He was either called to handle a special assignment (stealth mission, more than likely), a pleasant seek and destroy training mission (his classes had a 20/80 pass/fail ratio), or… it was something to do with the Hero Program. He grimaced internally at the thought, and knew that Dom knew him better than that. He was no stranger to ending lives for the betterment of the world, and that wasn't, in any way, acceptable for the Hero shtick. He knew, and appreciated, the work that the Heroes did (in spite of the PR being… cringey), but it wasn't for him. However, right now, Dominic had the floor, and all Trevor needed to do was listen.

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[Dominic Weaver]

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

As Dominic had expected, Trevor waited for an invitation before moving to take a seat. The man clearly still operated with the rigid habits of the military. It was to be expected. Dominic had never met a man that more encapsulated the stereotype of a military man than Trevor. Or at least an old fashioned one. He gestured to the seat before the desk as he moved around it himself, sinking into the chair there. "It is pretty good here it's true, but I do miss my burritos." Dominic was talking of course about the Mission Burritos that San Francisco was famous for. There was nothing quite like them anywhere. New York had some worthy imitators, but they would always be just that, imitators. Still, there were other foods available, which was fortunate because he rarely had the time to cook for himself when he was here, usually relying on takeaways. He nodded vaguely in the direction of his computer. "Your Lieutenant Regas seems to be settling in. I'd even say she was enjoying putting a few Heroes onto their asses in the training room." It was small talk, which was not the reason either of them were there, but Dominic felt that the Captain might well appreciate hearing about the subordinate he had prodded into his path. It was unlikely the woman would have come forward without her superior officer's suggestion after all. Besides, he probably shouldn't have called Killian here for this meeting anyway. It wasn't strictly speaking either of their jobs. Dominic was a PR man, through and through. He managed the image of the Program. In some cities that meant just that, he helped organise events, curry favour from sponsors and issue press statements. In others there was a much more hands on approach. He'd personally hired a number of Heroes, but New York was where they really seemed to matter. Heroes either didn't last or they lost public favour very quickly. That and the criminal underworld in New York seemed to be a lot more unstable these days. He'd heard the rumours in San Francisco about the Spades, but they would deal with that group when they came to it, at least they brought stability. New York was a hotbed right now. "This is beyond unofficial. I need you to find something for me."

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Find something? Usually, not much would break through Trevor's nearly constant easy going attitude, but his curiosity was piqued to a point that earned Dom a raised eyebrow. Hearing about Regas was all good and well, but Trevor wasn't surprised at the development. It would take a Scud missile landing on her head to stop her, as driven as she is, and that kind of determination isn't always naturally occuring, both in humans and metas. No, this was something both borne and taught. But, that being said, Trevor had a more pressing, more intriguing issue.

"It's not every day I get called up to do a seek and destroy, sans the 'destroy' part. What sort of target are we talking about?" Classic espionage, with exfiltration of a hostage, or a VIP target? Perhaps some world ending computer code? Honestly, Dominic could ask him for a shawarma and he would get it (if Dom was paying), but that was beside the point. This wasn't just anyone asking him this; The status Dominic held was one of prestige in the powered community, and his intentions were always in the best interest of something or someone that required that interest. It wasn't so much of a greater good, thing, which Trevor appreciated, but he specialized in espionage and frontal assaults. He didn't allow his curiosity to leak and press Dom further, trusting him to provide the information due in his own pace.

[Dominic Weaver]

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

There was something about metahumans, some strange aura they seemed to give off. Dominic wasn't sure if it was because of the fact that he was a metahuman himself, or some other subconscious sense. It was partly why Killian seemed so unusual to him. Paladin had the kind of presence that suggested overwhelming, unstoppable power, Killian was totally different. Killian felt like a razor blade, absolute precision, entirely lethal. For some reason it made Dominic subtly uncomfortable about using the metahuman. He knew that violence was necessary, hell, it was half of what Heroes did, but it wasn't something he wanted associated with metahumans. He was one himself, but it was relatively unknown. Most people outside of the upper echelons of the program didn't know of his past as Surge, a vigilante and early member of the Hero Programme. People thought he had retired. In truth he'd simply stepped into another role. Things like this was why he should have stayed a Hero. "You know about the attacks, but before them there were several other incidents that just… don't make sense." He tapped his fingers on the desk in thought. "I think they're linked, and I'm struggling to get clearance. What do I know? I'm just a PR guy. But you have connections, and you know how to track these things down. I want you to find the people behind the New York attacks before the last set of bombings." He pulled a manila folder out of the top drawer of his desk, sliding it across the glass surface. "That's everything I've managed to get out of the cops and the FBI. My clearance doesn't go as high as I wished it would, but it should be enough to give you a start." "I want to know who's doing it, and I want to know why. Once I get that I can push for something more, call in the big guns."

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Ah, seek with a possibility of destroy. His favorite. He listened to Dominic's explanation, and took the envelope that was presented, unraveling the string and opening it while listening to the last part of his information. Tight lipped FBI agents and local police weren't budging, it seemed, and it would take either walking into the backdoor for the payload, or (had he been a different kind of officer), getting the information out through less than honorable means.

Then again, thievery for the greater good rarely felt good, but when it came to stealing information about terrorists, Trevor was in.

Hell, he figured that was why Dominic called him. If there was ever anyone in the military that would be considered the comic book definition of a 'Super Soldier', well, Trevor was it. Hard hitting, but delicate all the same, it would take some political sleight of hand to get in to where he needed to.

Or sheer luck.

He looked over the documents, before looking over them at Dominic.

"For being a PR guy, you have a lot more bacon in the fridge than most of my superiors." he cocked an eyebrow, put the documents back in the envelope, and sealed it back up, having gleaned what he needed for his start based on the documents. He held it up, indicating the question Mind if I take these with me?, before awaiting an answer and thinking for a moment.

"I understand the risk and severity of this, and for that I'll get what I can. Considering what it seems like we're up against, I'll prep and head in ASAP." he would hesitate, then stand, either setting the envelope down or sliding it into his jacket, depending on the answer he received, before saying "Part of me wonders if we're going to like the answer to these questions far less than we bargained for." he looked across and held his hand out to Dominic.

"You'll be hearing from me very soon."

[Dominic Weaver]

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

Dominic laughed. "I have a lot of people that owe me favours, and people give me a lot more importance than I deserve. I wouldn't place too much weight on my ability to get information like that for too much longer." It was true, someone was freezing him out. Dominic might not be a Hero, but he was a metahuman. While far from public knowledge, it wasn't exactly a secret that he had the gift of electrokinesis. It was likely that someone of influence was unhappy with his position within the program, that individual was likely doing everything they could to reduce his reach. He would dearly like to know who it was, but he had priorities beyond playing politics. He stayed sitting for a moment as Killian stood up, looking up at the old soldier with a pensive expression on his face. It was probably behaviour like this that meant people of influence didn't like him, but he didn't care. He finally stood, taking Killian's hand. "In my experience I never like the answers to those kinds of questions." He nodded at the folder. "Maybe you'll break the cycle."

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