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''9:15 PM Eastern Daylight Time''<br />
''9:15 PM Eastern Daylight Time''<br />
''October 14<sup>th</sup>, 2037''<br />
''Wednesday, October 14<sup>th</sup>, 2037''<br />
''Venture Campus, Thunderblaze Innovations, LLC''<br />
''Venture Campus, Thunderblaze Innovations, LLC''<br />
''Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth''
''Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth''


{{dropcap|"W}}ell, I think it might as well be time to call it a night," yawned Cameron as he clocked out.  "Sorry I've kept you here so late, Jenna."  <br />
{{dropcap|"W}}ell, I think it might as well be time to call it a night," yawned Cameron as he clocked out.  "Sorry I've kept you here so late, Jenna."  <br />
"Oh, it's all right," said the company secretary.  "I had some reading to catch up on, anyway.  What ''do'' you do up in the lab all day, anyway, though?  I mean…you've barely even started working here, but the boss is already working you to the bone," Jenna fussed. <br />
"Oh, it's all right," said Cameron's sister and the company secretary.  "I had some reading to catch up on, anyway.  What ''do'' you do up in the lab all day, anyway, though?  I mean…," fussed Jenna, "…you've barely even started working here, but Dad's already bossing you around and working you to the bone."  <br />
"Yeah, Dad's got me busy, all right," complained the young intern.  "With the big reveal coming up next week, he needs all hands on deck."  <br />
"Yeah, Dad's got me busy, all right," complained the young intern.  "With the big reveal coming up on Monday, he needs all hands on deck."  <br />
"Well," the Latina confided, "I hope he cuts you some slack soon.  If he keeps this up, he'll have worked you to the bone!"   
"Well," his sibling confided, "I hope he cuts you some slack soon.  If he keeps this up, he'll have worked you to the bone!"   
"Ha, ha; very funny, Jen," Cameron chuckled.  "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then."  <br />
"Ha, ha; very funny, Jen," Cameron chuckled.  "Well, I guess it's time to go home, then."  <br />
"Yeah," she counseled, "you go on home and get some rest."  <br />
"Yeah;" she counseled, "let's go home and get some sleep."  <br />
"And, ''man'', do I ''need'' it!"  he complained as he walked out the door.   
"And, ''man'', do I ''need'' sleep!"  he complained, making Jennifer chuckle, as they walked out the door together.   


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''Outside…''
''Outside…''


Cameron was just outside of the Thunderblaze Innovations parking lot when he heard the sound of footsteps running towards him.  Turning around to see who it was, he spotted Jenna jogging up to meet him.  <br />
Cameron and Jennifer had been walking home from their jobs at Thunderblaze Innovations for some time when the latter finally spoke up and asked the former what he had meant when he had let slip that there was a purpose to all of the work that he'd been subjected to lately.   
"Hey," she hollered, "Wait up!"  <br />
"So, what's all this about some big mystery project that happens to be the grindstone against which our dad's pushing your nose?" she inquired. <br />
Slowing his pace to let her catch up, the puzzled youth asked her what was on her mind:  "What's up?"  <br />
"It's nothing important; just some big order that we're trying to fill," responded Cameron.   
The young woman explained what she was doing as she caught her breath.  "Are you sure you'll be okay walking home all by yourself?  It's going to get pretty dark soon, you know…"  <br />
"Nothing important, eh?" she contested, "You're trying to hide something from me! Didn't you say something about some kind of presentation that we're going to hold next week?"  <br />
"I'll be fine," Cameron reassured her.  "Really, Jenna; my house is just over by the hospital," he told her, pointing in that institution's general direction.  <br />
"If I ''told'' you, it wouldn't be such a ''mystery'', now, would it?" he reasoned with her. <br />
"Is it OK if I walk with you part of the way?" she pressed.  "My apartment's just on the other side of Sycamore Street."  <br />
 
"Okay, then," he relented, and resumed walking.  "The more, the merrier, I suppose, right?" <br />
"Oh, come ''on!''" she pleaded, "You can tell me!  Please?"   
"Right," agreed Jenna, who was hot on his heels. "Now, why don't you tell me more about this big mystery project that you're working on with your father?" she inquired. <br />
"Oh, so ''that's'' why you wanted to tag along, eh?  Well, if I ''told'' you, it wouldn't be such a ''mystery'', now, would it?"  <br />
"Oh, come on!" she cried.  "You can tell me!  Please?" she begged. <br />
"Nope!  My lips are sealed," quipped Cameron.  "You'll have to wait to find out, just like everybody else."  <br />
"Nope!  My lips are sealed," quipped Cameron.  "You'll have to wait to find out, just like everybody else."  <br />
"Aw!" Jenna whined.  "I was looking forward to getting you to spill the beans…"  <br />
"Aw!" Jenna whined.  "I was looking forward to getting you to spill the beans…"  <br />
The look on her face made Cameron yield ''just'' a little.  Considering his word carefully, he gave in, "Fine, then; I guess I can tell you ''one'' thing."  <br />
The look on her face made Cameron yield ''just'' a little.  Considering his words carefully, he gave in.  "Fine, then; I guess I can tell you ''one'' thing."  <br />
"And what would that be?" she asked, expecting something big, as they stopped at a crosswalk opposite St. Joseph Hospital.  <br />
"And what would ''that'' be?" she asked, expecting something big, as they stopped at a crosswalk opposite St. Joseph Hospital.  <br />
"I think you might really like how surprising it'll be," he grinned.  <br />
"I think you might really like how surprising it'll be," he grinned.  <br />
"Hey!" she protested, "That was mean!"  <br />
"''Hey!''" she protested, "That was ''mean!''"  <br />
"Sorry," he shrugged "I can't help it that I signed a non-disclosure agreement.  Besides, Dad made me promise him that I wouldn't tell ''anyone'', not even my ''brother'', about this before Monday."  <br />   
"Sorry," he shrugged "I can't help it that I signed a non-disclosure agreement.  Besides, Dad made me promise him that I wouldn't tell ''anyone'', not even ''you'', about this before the big debut."  <br />   
Jenna growled.  "We have ways of making you talk!" she intoned in an ominous German accent.  <br />
"I have ways of making you talk!" Jenna growled in a slightly amusing attempt at an ominous German accent.  <br />
"I'm sure you do…," muttered Cameron as they began to cross the street.  <br />
"I'm sure you do…," muttered Cameron as they began to cross the street.  <br />
Raising an eyebrow, the young secretary asked, "Pardon me?"  <br />
Raising an eyebrow, the young secretary asked, "Pardon me?"  <br />
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"What was ''what?''" Jenna shot back.   
"What was ''what?''" Jenna shot back.   
"I thought I heard something…," he informed her.  "It sounded like…"  <br />
"I thought I heard something…," he informed her.  "It sounded like…"  <br />
"Like what?" his associate wondered.  <br />
"Like what?" wondered his sister.  <br />
An unfamiliar voice answered her question for her:  "Like a gun being cocked, miss.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of."  At this, he fired the gun in question.  <br />
An unfamiliar voice answered her question for her:  "Like a gun being cocked, miss.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of."  At this, he fired the gun in question right at Cameron's heart.  <br />
At such a close range, the assassin didn't fail to miss.  ''Pain'' erupted in Cameron's chest as a bullet hit him right in the heart.  The boy's eyes grew wide, then rolled back into his head as he fainted at the sight of blood welling up underneath his shirt.  <br />
At such a close range, the assassin didn't fail to miss.  ''Pain'' erupted in Cameron's chest as the bullet made contact with his internal organs.  The boy's eyes grew wide, then rolled back into his head as he fainted at the sight of blood welling up underneath his shirt.  <br />
"What have you ''done?''" Jennifer screamed, furious that an attempt would be made on her employer's son in his place of birth.  <br />
"What have you ''done?''" Jennifer screamed, furious that an attempt would be made on her brother at a time like this.  <br />
The murderer smiled and took her aback with the cold, calm, and collected answer of someone who is clearly mad.  "What needed to be done to get my revenge."  Then the shadow-cloaked figure retreated to the shadows from whence he had come, leaving Cameron's would-be protector in a slight state of shock.  A few moments passed before it finally occurred to her that she should ''probably'' take her wounded comrade into the nearby hospital.   
The murderer smiled and took her aback with the cold, calm, and collected answer of someone who is clearly mad.  "What needed to be done to get my revenge.  Be glad I didn't shoot ''you''."  Then the shadow-cloaked figure retreated to the darkness from whence he had come, leaving Cameron's would-be protector in a slight state of shock.  A few moments passed before it finally occurred to Jennifer that she should ''probably'' take her wounded brother into the nearby hospital.   


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''9:20 PM Eastern Daylight Time''<br />
''9:20 PM Eastern Daylight Time''<br />
''October 14<sup>th</sup>, 2037''<br />
''Wednesday, October 14<sup>th</sup>, 2037''<br />
''Cameron's House''<br />
''The Featherspry Residence''<br />
''Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth''
''Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth''


Dr. Gordon Featherspry, president and CEO of Thunderblaze Innovations, LLC, was in his study preparing for next week's presentation when the phone rang.  Sighing, he wondered why he couldn't get even a moment's peace before answering.  <br />
Dr. Gordon Featherspry, president and CEO of Thunderblaze Innovations, LLC, was in his study preparing for next week's event when the phone rang.  Sighing, he wondered why he couldn't get even a moment's peace before answering.  <br />
"Yes?  Hello, you've reached the Featherspry Residence.  With whom would you like to speak?"  <br />
"Yes?  Hello, you've reached the Featherspry Residence.  With whom would you like to speak?"  <br />
A stoic, female voice sounded on the other end of the line:  "It's a good thing you're home, sir.  I'm afraid I have some terrible news for you."  <br />
A panicked, female voice sounded clearly on the other end of the line:  "It's a good thing you're home, Dad.  Something terrible's happened!"  <br />
"What?" the old man gasped. "What kind of bad news, Miss Corrales?"  <br />
"''What?'' Tell me what's happened, Jenna!"  <br />
Taking a deep breath to hold back her tears, his secretary told him what she had just witnessed.  "It's your son, sir. I was escorting him home, per your request from earlier today, when a crazed redneck in stealth armor popped out of nowhere and shot him right in the chest."  <br />
Taking a deep breath to hold back her tears, his traumatized daughter told him what she had just witnessed.  "It's Cameronn, Dad! We were walking home together when a crazed redneck in stealth armor popped out of nowhere and shot him!"  <br />
"Oh, no…&thinsp;—&thinsp;he must have been hired by Quithersveldt; that son of a heathen is probably still after me over losing that lawsuit I filed against him last year for swindling me out of most of our company's pension funding.  Where are you, Jennifer?  Did you make it to the hospital?" he demanded.  <br />
"Oh, no…&thinsp;—&thinsp;he must have been hired by Quithersveldt; that son of a heathen is probably still after me over losing that fraud lawsuit he lost to me last summer.  Where are you, Jennifer?  Did you make it to the hospital?" he pressed.  <br />
"Yes, sir." she replied.   They took him to intensive care almost as soon as I dragged him through the door."  <br />
"Yeah, Dad." she replied. "They rolled him away on a gurney almost as soon as I dragged him through the door."  <br />
"I'll be right over," he vowed.  "Meet me out front, but inform me of any changes to his condition."  <br />
"I'll be right over," he vowed.  "Meet me out front, and tell me if anything else happens."  <br />
"Of course, sir."  <br />
"OK, Dad."  <br />


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''9:25 PM Eastern Daylight Time''<br />
''9:25 PM Eastern Daylight Time''<br />
''October 14<sup>th</sup>, 2037''<br />
''Wednesday, October 14<sup>th</sup>, 2037''<br />
''St. Joseph Hospital''<br />
''St. Joseph Hospital''<br />
''Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth''
''Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth''


Cameron's worried father only stopped pacing back and forth across the floor of the intensive care unit's waiting room when the nurse called his name.  <br />
Cameron's worried father only stopped pacing back and forth across the floor of the intensive care unit's waiting room when the nurse called his name.  <br />
"Dr. Featherspry?"  <br />
"Dr. Featherspry? The doctor will see you about your son now."  <br />
"Yes, ma'am?" he replied, anxious to see his son.  <br />
"Finally!" he exclaimed.  "Is Cameron all right?" 
"If you'd just come on back with me, I'll take you to see the doctor who's in charge of maintaining the care of your son.  He'd like to speak with you about something."  <br />
"He's doing fine, sir, but we've had to hook him up to an artificial heart system," she explained.  "The doctor wanted to discuss some options for further treatment with Cameron, but he insisted that you be there for the conversation."   
"Of course," he responded.  "You can come, too, Jenna," he prompted his morose employee.  <br />
"But he'll be all right, won't he?" Jenna inquired.   
"You mean you're not mad at me for not being able to protect him?" she exclaimed.  <br />
The nurse smiled, reassuring her, "I'm sure he'll be up and about in no time once we're through with him."  
Gordon sighed; "Your still upset about that?  Come on!  Why would I blame you for something like that?  He had a gun, and, besides, he popped up out of nowhere.  There was nothing you could do, sweetheart."  <br />
Jennifer sighed.  "I just wish I could have done more to protect him in the first place.  I didn't even ''register'' what was going on until it was almost too late…" she mourned.   
"All right, then…," the girl conceded.  "I just hope he'll be all right."  <br />
"It's all right, sweetheart," Gordon soothed his ruffled progeny, "You said he popped up out of nowhere, so there probably wasn't anything you could have done better for him."   
"Me, too, darling," he commiserated. "Me, too…"  
"If you'll just follow me, then?" the nurse prompted.   
"Ah!" remarked the elder Featherspry, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hold us up."  At that, he and his daughter fell into step behind her,
"Right this way, then, please," indicated their mutual guide.   


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Prologue

9:15 PM Eastern Daylight Time
Wednesday, October 14th, 2037
Venture Campus, Thunderblaze Innovations, LLC
Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth

"Well, I think it might as well be time to call it a night," yawned Cameron as he clocked out. "Sorry I've kept you here so late, Jenna."
"Oh, it's all right," said Cameron's sister and the company secretary. "I had some reading to catch up on, anyway. What do you do up in the lab all day, anyway, though? I mean…," fussed Jenna, "…you've barely even started working here, but Dad's already bossing you around and working you to the bone."
"Yeah, Dad's got me busy, all right," complained the young intern. "With the big reveal coming up on Monday, he needs all hands on deck."
"Well," his sibling confided, "I hope he cuts you some slack soon. If he keeps this up, he'll have worked you to the bone!" "Ha, ha; very funny, Jen," Cameron chuckled. "Well, I guess it's time to go home, then."
"Yeah;" she counseled, "let's go home and get some sleep."
"And, man, do I need sleep!" he complained, making Jennifer chuckle, as they walked out the door together.

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Cameron and Jennifer had been walking home from their jobs at Thunderblaze Innovations for some time when the latter finally spoke up and asked the former what he had meant when he had let slip that there was a purpose to all of the work that he'd been subjected to lately. "So, what's all this about some big mystery project that happens to be the grindstone against which our dad's pushing your nose?" she inquired.
"It's nothing important; just some big order that we're trying to fill," responded Cameron. "Nothing important, eh?" she contested, "You're trying to hide something from me! Didn't you say something about some kind of presentation that we're going to hold next week?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be such a mystery, now, would it?" he reasoned with her.

"Oh, come on!" she pleaded, "You can tell me! Please?" "Nope! My lips are sealed," quipped Cameron. "You'll have to wait to find out, just like everybody else."
"Aw!" Jenna whined. "I was looking forward to getting you to spill the beans…"
The look on her face made Cameron yield just a little. Considering his words carefully, he gave in. "Fine, then; I guess I can tell you one thing."
"And what would that be?" she asked, expecting something big, as they stopped at a crosswalk opposite St. Joseph Hospital.
"I think you might really like how surprising it'll be," he grinned.
"Hey!" she protested, "That was mean!"
"Sorry," he shrugged "I can't help it that I signed a non-disclosure agreement. Besides, Dad made me promise him that I wouldn't tell anyone, not even you, about this before the big debut."
"I have ways of making you talk!" Jenna growled in a slightly amusing attempt at an ominous German accent.
"I'm sure you do…," muttered Cameron as they began to cross the street.
Raising an eyebrow, the young secretary asked, "Pardon me?"
"Nothing of consequence," he dismissed. "What was that?" he asked. "What was what?" Jenna shot back. "I thought I heard something…," he informed her. "It sounded like…"
"Like what?" wondered his sister.
An unfamiliar voice answered her question for her: "Like a gun being cocked, miss. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of." At this, he fired the gun in question right at Cameron's heart.
At such a close range, the assassin didn't fail to miss. Pain erupted in Cameron's chest as the bullet made contact with his internal organs. The boy's eyes grew wide, then rolled back into his head as he fainted at the sight of blood welling up underneath his shirt.
"What have you done?" Jennifer screamed, furious that an attempt would be made on her brother at a time like this.
The murderer smiled and took her aback with the cold, calm, and collected answer of someone who is clearly mad. "What needed to be done to get my revenge. Be glad I didn't shoot you." Then the shadow-cloaked figure retreated to the darkness from whence he had come, leaving Cameron's would-be protector in a slight state of shock. A few moments passed before it finally occurred to Jennifer that she should probably take her wounded brother into the nearby hospital.

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9:20 PM Eastern Daylight Time
Wednesday, October 14th, 2037
The Featherspry Residence
Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth

Dr. Gordon Featherspry, president and CEO of Thunderblaze Innovations, LLC, was in his study preparing for next week's event when the phone rang. Sighing, he wondered why he couldn't get even a moment's peace before answering.
"Yes? Hello, you've reached the Featherspry Residence. With whom would you like to speak?"
A panicked, female voice sounded clearly on the other end of the line: "It's a good thing you're home, Dad. Something terrible's happened!"
"What? Tell me what's happened, Jenna!"
Taking a deep breath to hold back her tears, his traumatized daughter told him what she had just witnessed. "It's Cameronn, Dad! We were walking home together when a crazed redneck in stealth armor popped out of nowhere and shot him!"
"Oh, no… — he must have been hired by Quithersveldt; that son of a heathen is probably still after me over losing that fraud lawsuit he lost to me last summer. Where are you, Jennifer? Did you make it to the hospital?" he pressed.
"Yeah, Dad." she replied. "They rolled him away on a gurney almost as soon as I dragged him through the door."
"I'll be right over," he vowed. "Meet me out front, and tell me if anything else happens."
"OK, Dad."

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9:25 PM Eastern Daylight Time
Wednesday, October 14th, 2037
St. Joseph Hospital
Kokomo, Indiana, USA, Earth

Cameron's worried father only stopped pacing back and forth across the floor of the intensive care unit's waiting room when the nurse called his name.
"Dr. Featherspry? The doctor will see you about your son now."
"Finally!" he exclaimed. "Is Cameron all right?" "He's doing fine, sir, but we've had to hook him up to an artificial heart system," she explained. "The doctor wanted to discuss some options for further treatment with Cameron, but he insisted that you be there for the conversation." "But he'll be all right, won't he?" Jenna inquired. The nurse smiled, reassuring her, "I'm sure he'll be up and about in no time once we're through with him." Jennifer sighed. "I just wish I could have done more to protect him in the first place. I didn't even register what was going on until it was almost too late…" she mourned. "It's all right, sweetheart," Gordon soothed his ruffled progeny, "You said he popped up out of nowhere, so there probably wasn't anything you could have done better for him." "If you'll just follow me, then?" the nurse prompted. "Ah!" remarked the elder Featherspry, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hold us up." At that, he and his daughter fell into step behind her, "Right this way, then, please," indicated their mutual guide.

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