The night winds on and the staff opens the skylight windows to allow a slight pleasant cross breeze. The camera flashes gain slightly in momentum as a few novas, Adam, Rust and Carlos, leave and even more as Henrich Knauls, an almost impossibly perfect super model from Austria known for both his burgeoning moonlighting career as an Elite and for his legendary debauchery parties, enters the scene. Every head in the resturant turns and pulling your gaze away from his painfully well sculpted being is difficult. Baselines gape and gasp. He arrives with an entourage of attractive party goers, not unlikely picked up at surrounding clubs or beaches from their attire. His entrance is grand and boistrous and things done settle down until the group is tucked away in a private booth away from prying eyes. The well hidden and crystal clear sounding surround sound system, currenly a varied homage to 70s and 80s rock. A few baselines and, eventually, most of Henrichs groupies get up to dance to You Shook me All Night Long, I love Rock and Roll, Dude Looks Like a Lady, Paradise City, More than a Feeling, Diamond Dogs, Highway to Hell, Fat Bottomed Girls and just as the first few chords of Paint it Black start, you each get a text message on your phones.

"Debriefing 10am tomorrow, Prometheus, Executive Board Room, Dress Sharp... may have VIP visitors"

X looks at the message for a min, and then decides he's gonna keep on partying it up with the other party goers.

To the others he goes "Let's cut loose for a little bit, I think we earned it. "Elena care to dance?"

Jack considers for a long moment and then says,


"Well, I want to stay, and I want to go home and catch up with my family, so I'll do both."

Another Jack appears. The new Jack concentrates and a gate appears. The original Jack walks through saying,

"Good night and have fun you all."

(If anyone wants to follow they have two rounds to get ready and the gate obviously goes back to base).

Elena looked at the message and shrugges. It's not like she couldn't go a night with reduced sleep, or no sleep at all, in fact, with her nova resistance. She smiles a bit shyly at Xavier's offer.

"Okay, but I was never too good at it."

Siggy will get up and leave with Jack, muttering something about Heinrich being, 'far too pretty to be a man, it's very confusing...'

Back at the ship, he will stand out on the deck to enjoy the night winds coming in off of the ocean for a moment, eyes closed and arms outstretched, but not actually take flight. After a quiet moment, he'll go to bed.

Jameson takes his leave of the others and hops through Jack's warp back to the boat. He spends a quiet half hour standing on deck looing out over the water befoere going back to his room for the night.

Halfway around the world Android is clasping hands with his counselor as his phone alerts him to the text.

He spends a quiet evening with his wife. As he watches her lurch toward the bedroom in the late evening he moves from the couch to his OpNet station and begins opening pages. As he scanned the myriad webcomics and blogs he favored he wondered if he should try to join Janice in bed again. She always thought it was wierd that a "Nova" would even bother trying to sleep. He didn't have to anymore but it gave him the feeling he was missing an important connection with his wife. He decided he would go to bed after he finshed the next article...

Five hours later his alarm went off and he realized he'd been saying 'one more page' all night. Again.

By the time Janice woke up he'd be long gone but he left her note. "Off to save the world again, home later. Love Kyle"

The Prometheus rolls gently on the morning waves of the Bahía de Cochinos, the sun glinting brightly off its still unblemished paint and daily shined railings. The deck is unusually silent at 9 am, most morning duties being held till a bit later allowing the staff to sleep in on a Saturday. Somewhere, out of sight, the faint sounds of a radio playing "Lime in the Coconut" seemingly scores the lone crew member washing the windows on the outside of the command tower. The sounds of the waves, wind and ocean birds bely a paradise usually only heard in new age relaxation albums. Other than that and a lone watchman posted on the towers roof, the deck is empty.

After a few moments, a few figures appear on deck, gathered heading toward the command tower. The slience is also broken, softly at first and then louder, as a helicopter approaches from the mainland...

Jameson comes up onto deck and stands at the bow looking out at the water. He gives a great stretch, his back popping audibly and yawns wide. Planting his feet wide he sticks his hands in his pockets and waits. As the others begin to come up onto the deck he will walk over from his position to join his teammates while they wait for the helicopter.

Jack goes on deck, obviously well rested, well fed, and with that nova ‘let’s roll’ look at said he was full of juice. He got to bed early last night.

He looks at all of the horizons, and then eyes the helicopter. His Eufiber shifts into his T2M uniform as he waits for them to land and bring the next round of excitement.

Almost out of nowhere, a number of grey suited men come on deck as the helicopter nears. The "greys", as they are known infamously around the interior of Utopia, are the projects version of secret service men. They are called out when there may be a VIP around and there may or may not be the right Nova to protect him if something were to happen. For them to have brought out the Greys means something or someone important.

As the helicopter nears, you can see two more in the horizon seemingly stationed around the Prometheus. They are both military complete with the full spectrum of armaments. In the space of two minutes, the peaceful morning has been shattered by an almost military welcome or, as it may turn out, unwelcome.

The original helicopter, an unmarked but sleek transport, lands and the Secretary General of the United Nations steps out along side the equivalent from Columbia and Dr. Evard Burghalter, the head of Utopias science and technology department.

Jack mentally, and to himself, runs through the menu options that the presence of the “General” introduces.

*Photo Op?... I don’t see any cameras but that might change. Off the books mission?… this seems a little public for that. High Profile that we want to keep the press out of?… maybe… but the next question is why? Do we not want to give someone advance warning? Burghalter is here, that could mean the tech police are in over their heads.*

Jack glances at his teammates to see if they appear to have a better idea of what is going on.

whups

Jameson moves next to Jack and says, "I'll go let Richter and the others know they are needed topside sir."

With a wink to his teammate Jameson decends into the ship and sneaks to his quarters, the early hour and his location away from the other crews quarters makes this easy.

Returning topside Richter rubs his eyes and fakes a yawn as though he was just recently awoken from sleep.