[b][i]Washington DC[/i][/b]

"Shields broken - Unauthorized Teleports detected all over the world!"

"Spaceborne object detected - it's the Third Party!"

"Authorize deployment of all remaining THORs - what's this, they've been disabled!"

"Launch the nukes, launch the nukes - damnit, they're being shot down!"

[b][i]A Few Seconds Later[/i][/b]

"ETs have been detected on Earth - Commando Teams carrying specialized Anti-Meta weapons!"

"Deploy all available forces - no, they've teleported away!"

"They're after our Metas, they're after our Metas!"

"The Special Meta Division, they're all gone; so is The Project and Cyber!"

"StuCorp has reported an attack; Gary Stuart and his pals have been snatched, as well!"

George Maxwell was having an even worse day than yesterday. While everyone had been distracted by the Reformists/Underground Conflict, it now seemed as though the [i]Third Party[/i] chose this as their time to strike. And Earth had been rendered powerless to do anything.

"Some people, in this world, would already deem the abduction of all our Metas by ETs a blessing. Those people are Quislings," he said in a tone of fake calm. America had been humilated, no, [i]the World[/i] had been humiliated, rendered powerless by what had been glorified slavers. Humanity did not like being humilated; especially when they cannot do anything about it.

Whatever the case, powerless or not, Earth would never be the same again...

"Call the United Nations. Call every Head of State mildly friendly with us. Begin plans for a Meeting. If nothing else, we can at least turn this incident into a cause for World Unity," George finally intoned.

[b][i]The Beach[/i][/b]

Jaden would find a young boy, 13 to 14 years of age, sitting beside him, a boy with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing swimming trunks. Although the boy didn't look like him, he would recognize him as his [i]son[/i], Eden McFadden.

"Hey, Dad," he said. "Glad I can finally see you. Wanna build a sandcastle?" He smiled widely.

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Isabella, meanwhile, was with Alto, her memories lost, but not her, well, desires.

"You know," she said in a voice that was meant to be flattering, drawing attention to her curvy, shapely body, "you are a handsome young man, tall, well-built, with striking eyes, and hair that doesn't look out of place in Japan. I [i]like[/i] that. So," she smiled, drawing more attention to her fake-red eyes and crimson lips, "why don't we spend some time alone together?"