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Part one

In the end, what one knows is pain and loss. But after the moments of tragedy, and chaos, the new shall arise from the ashes of the old, and brighten, washing the pain away like the clean waters of a raging storm across a dry barren plain, and in that moment who we were is gone, and from the deepest depths of our soul arises the strongest hardest part of our being, the part that could withstand the pain and hardship, and from it we are reconstructed as something bigger better, and stronger then the whole that had once been.

Existence

Chronicles

That day was great... well at least it'd started out that way.

Jason had received a call in the early hours of the morning, to be told that he was no longer needed at the lab for the day. This wasn't an abnormal thing for Metron to do, calling up out of the blue to dismiss you. Though they never gave any reason as to why, nor would they ever. Jason had learned very early on, that that was just the way Metron worked, he like very one less that worked there was a slave, though unlike slaves, they paid handsomely to treat him like it. The company had trust issues, though it was only right considering the world that we lived in today. It was the company's way of surviving in an ever changing, advancing, evolving, lying, cheating and thieving world, either way Jason never pestered for answers of the sudden changes, and really he had absolutely no reason or right to do so they paid for his time. All of it, the pay was the same either way, whether he was there or not. So when it did happen he'd make the best of what the lovely fates gave him. Strangely this had been happening far too often in the last couple of months and it was starting to worry him. The guy on the phone gave Jason his command code. (This code was used to confirm that it was in fact Metron that was calling him.) Once it was confirmed he fell back into the world of his dreams.

Jason awoke to the sounds of wildly chirping birds; the morning light was streaming in through an open window that He'd been too tired to close before collapsing into bed the night before. An icy stream of cold drifted through causing the dark blue blinds to flap against the windows frame. Jason blinked rapidly as he was blinded by the bright morning filtering through that open blinds. Moving slowly with a sleep saturated grown he clambered to his feet; It took several moments for his brain to awaken enough to grip the window seal and pull it down cutting of the freezing irritation, all he wanted was to slid back into his warm bed, but he was up and the day had just begun.

It was Friday he remembered. Fridays were game night; he had a bowl of beef steaks in the refrigerator already marinating for the barbecue before the football game. It was nearly 9:00. With nothing of dire importance on his list of things to do, he lazily walked to his cluttered kitchen fixed himself a bowl of Coco puffs, and planted himself in front of his flat screen. That's when the day really started to go downhill. 10:00 rolled by, and with it came a call from Nick one of his friends from the lab. He was being called in to cover someone else's shift, meaning that he wouldn't make the game night, It want a big deal it was only college foot ball after all. Another thing that happened, Jason knew that almost never happened. No one ever missed their shift, working for a company like Meton you didn't dare, unless it was truly dire to do so, and Metron always had an investigation that would follow. The company took all matters concerning its privacy and secrecy with extreme seriousness. Jason spent the morning attempting to vegetate on his black leather couch; where he flipping through channels. Nothing was on, talk shows, wheel of fortune, Doomsday Bunkers, and many others flashed by as he searched. Now to the movie channels, his hopes lightened as he reached them. He found one. Tremors 2, staring one of his newly favored actors from another movie that he'd recently seen called Wild Things, Kevin Bacon.

With a disappointed curse, Jason took up the search again, once he'd come to notice that only ten minutes of the movie remained. Moments later he abandoned the hopeless search. Trading it for a hot shower that he'd held off sense he'd gotten out of bed. The hot water felt as great as it always did, and helped to calm him. He felt nervous, Like something was off, it was a feeling you might get before something very horribly bad was about to happen, like a person's sixth sense trying to emerge into your mind to scream bloody murder for you to run like hell. After a moment it was wiped away by the streaming hot water. Once finished he headed for the garage where his newly acquired 1965 Mustang convertible sat waiting for its restoration to be completed, and today was going to be devoted to his under cared for project. However he reached his garage door when the house phone rang. Back in the kitchen he pulled the phone from its charging holster that sat upon a stake of poorly organized tax papers, auto mechanic magazines and other things of importance. These were of course what happened to make his convoluted list of importance in his mind.

"Hello" Jason recognized the voice right away.

"Hey, Jason, it's Lorenzo. I hate to do this man, but the Lab just called me in for a new training thing, and I guess they want to ask me some questions about some security problem or something. Sorry man." Jason sighed heavily. Well that was Metron for you. Once you signed on, they owned you in pretty much every way possible, Bitch was putting it kindly. Metron tended to make it priority to use every bit of time that they could as often as they could, just to remind you that your life was theirs until the end of your contract. And Lorenzo was no exception. They'd even pull you into work for something as unimportant as signing a paper, and of course they wanted to watch you sign it. Oh No! Faxing want good enough for them. But it wasn't always like that; more or less it was mostly for reviews of new or old protocols and new training that they wanted in commission. Lately they've been doing it more often. Ever sense the new security installations have been in construction, in and around the building. He'd heard rumors that they were putting in some kind of mega super computer that was supposed to help with security. It was a chilling thought; he was going to have to make very sure that he was following all of the new protocols, he didn't know what this thing might be looking out for, not that he ever did anything to break the rules.

"Well okay, thanks for calling. Nick isn't coming either he called earlier this morning to say that he couldn't make it, and I know how Metron is, and besides its only the 40 whiners and the Jaguars, it's really nothing special, and as far as I know Steve's still coming, so he and I'll just kick it." Jason said.

"Okay well if there's another game this weekend we might be able to have our game night then." Lorenzo went on.

"Well, there's always a college game on like every night, so we can catch one of those. I think it's around the same time. I'll have to find out." said Jason.

"Okay well, give me a call once you know, Okay? I'll talk to you later." Said Lorenzo, and and the line went dead.

Now he needed to start work on that engine.

It felt like only an hour when the door bell rang, he was almost done removing the severely rust eaten engine, the entire front of the engine compartment had been removed and was sitting on the floor, tool cabinets or work benches, any and all clear surface spaces. The clock on the wall read 4:13 PM; apparently time had really gotten away from him. It was probably just Steve ready for the game. A dirty motor oil blackened rag with unmentionable grim, helped to clean his equally black greasy hands. Sure enough swinging open the door Jason saw Steve standing on the front porch. Clad with a black leather jacket, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black steel toe boots. A nicely trimmed goatee hung no shorter than a quarter inch off his chin, it looked much better than the long wild, and often tangled forest of thick redhead facial hair that normally over powered his face. The rest of his long reddish brown head hair was nicely combed and tamed by a long thick braid that ended near his lower back. This was Steve; hanging from both hairy arms swung two six packs of beer. The cardboard sides of the packages displayed the name Samuel Adams. Jason watched the liquids splash back and forth as Steve suddenly raised them up and smiled.

"Ready for some FOOTBALL?" Steve roared with glee.

Jason smiled and moved to let him in.

"Well you look like you were busy." Steve crocked as he walked past; noticing the not so cleanly quality the old decrepit motor had left on Jason's appearance. "You heard that Nick, and Lorenzo aren't coming right?" Jason asked as he headed for his bathroom. "Yeah, I heard, and it'll be fine, just more food for us." Steve replied as he headed for the kitchen setting the beer down on the black marble counter top, as Jason disappeared from view.

_"Well I need to get cleaned up then I'll start the stakes, so sit down and relax."_Jason said as he closed the bathroom door.

Steve's reply was unheard through the door, though he heard the all too familiar hiss of a freshly opened beer.

Once Jason finished in the shower, he changed into a clean T-shirt, pair of slacks, and then made for the kitchen where he found that Steve was already hard at work grilling the stakes in the backyard. He was clearly visible from the kitchen window standing in front of the smoking grill with a Samuel Adams tilted over his head as he drained the muddy brown bottle.

Jason knew well enough that if left along to roam the house task less that He'd quickly take it upon himself to begin preparing the food, which in this case was cooking the meat.

An hour later the steaming hot stake was sitting on the coffee table with other classic food back snack foods. The rest of the night would've progressed perfectly, if it weren't for what happened next.

Half time was rapidly approaching, the steaming steak had been consumed and the night's action packed events of the game weaved in and out of the insistent commercial breaks. The 49ers had the ball, both teams lined up for the play. The HD flat screen mounted on the wall was big and illuminating in the dark room, and then suddenly the ball on the screen was alive with movement as it raced from player to player. One pass lead to a stumbled catch and a close fumble. The action was only starting to build when the house phone rang.

Slightly aggravated Jason answered with a little more anger in his voice then he'd meant to.

The voice on the other end was Conner, it was nervous and quick.

"Is this Jason Miccarson?" asked the voice.

"Yes Conner, you've caught me in the middle of a football game, what's up?" Jason held the aggravation from his voice.

"Okay, employee code? Quickly!" he barked.

Jason frowned.

"Jason Miccarson, Metron Division 5 employee number, 5NGB88F70." Jason muted the TV as he recited his Division and number.

"Metron Biological Technology Systems Incorporated, Building confirmation code, NB87LK563GBD88S."

The lab had codes that every employee had to learn, One was used for the basic identification, AKA Employee number that told them that It was really you, instead of someone else who might be impersonating you. It was given any time you went past the check points in and out in the building for authorization and so on.

_ "Okay, Conner what's up?"_ Asked Jason when he recognized that the number was correct.

"Jason we have a very dangerous situation here at the lab, we need you here ASAP. Once you get here check in with me and I'll be bumping your clearance up to Division 2 and you'll be receiving further instructions at that point." The line went dead.

Jason quickly hung up the phone and turned to find Steven watching with raised brows. Jason was about to explain what happened but then Steve's cell phone range, and before he knew it, he too was reciting his own codes, and he knew that he wasn't alone in whatever this was.

They both scrambled quickly, Jason moving to his bedroom for his black Metron uniform as Steve left for his house to do the same. Then he was in his dodge hurtling towards the labs. He was past the military check point in seconds.

It was dark outside as he pulled in to the parking lot, people in white lab coats, military suits, and other security personnel littered the wide open space of the parking lots. Solders were already against the walls of the building forming a barrier around the lab; their weapons were drawn and pointed to any opening adjacent to them.