Jay walked through the corridor of AIM, slowing down his step, hastening them as if adjusting. He reached the corner, moving faster to hold the rifle, turning the man wearing yellow protective clothing.

He wrapped his hand around the man's neck, holding him in place as he snatched the rifle.

Jay pointed the rifle at the others, shooting one shot at a time, accurately shooting their outer thighs and upper arms. He walked over, picking on the men, one by one, firing their weak spots.

He calmly walked through the halls, changing guns after every five or six shots, putting a few magazines in his coat's pockets. He stopped to look for the labs until he found one filled with equipment.

He looked at the items, and a smile appeared on his face, "I'd give them about...five minutes. This might be fun."

In Main Office,

"What the hell is he?! You brought trouble!" Monica bandaged her arm, staring at the screen. Watching a dozen men getting taken out from the equation.

Emma held her head, with her hand on the table, staring at the screens, "I didn't...expect that. He was powerless. He should be powerless!"

"I didn't see any superpowers. That is all skill. It's like watching master assassin in action," Monica frowned, moving towards the intercom, "I am going to send in my forces. They should be able to take care of him."

Emma shook her head, hardened her sight, "don't hurt him too badly. I need those blueprints inside his brain. The way he blocked me...he must have blocked everything else than the memories of that time. There must be a treasure trove in that brain. I want it."

Monica Rappaccini glanced towards her, with her hand on the intercoms button, "you heard the lady."

She pulled her finger away, releasing the button, glancing towards Emma, "too badly?"

Emma smiled, looking away, walking towards the window, standing where Jay stood, "I do want him to get hurt, a little. Teach him his place."

"You seem to hate him?" Monica raised her eyebrow.

Emma put her hand on the glass, smiling, "quite the opposite. I love him...I still love him. Even though I don't have a single memory of how he looked before. How he sounded. But these words are flashing in the darkness. Did I say those words? Or did he? I am not sure. But I know I love him."

She let out a breath, sharpening her eyes, "it must be his powers still in effect. I will destroy the leftover embers of his ability with my own hand."

Monica sat down when Monica's secretary came over with a spray in her hand, leaving it on the table.

Once she left, Monica turned towards Emma, putting her hands together, "whatever is going on between the two of you. I couldn't care less. That vision you showed me...I didn't even dare imagine something like that. Let alone see it so close at hand. I want it."

Emma looked at Monica's reflection in the glass, letting out a short chuckle, "don't forget. That future is connected to the future of Mutants, Inhumans, Humans, and the dimensional beings that reside in unison with Earth. I want that more than you...a future...where my brethren could smile and be free. Be accepted. And torturing him would be ...for my pleasure."

Monica frowned, staring at the screens on the wall behind her, "that might be harder than you think. None of my men have come out, and these were heavily armed."

Emma let out a breath, "good. This time...I won't be surprised. I know how to take him down. He lacks...hard power."

Monica took the spray, "then let's go, take care of him, and get on with our plan."

Soon,

Emma over the writhing bodies of the AIM's keepers, entering the room that Jay went in. Her eyes fell on the number of people on the ground, more than a dozen.

She looked towards Jay, free of all weapons, holding to small circular parts of a device, putting them together, "7 minutes. That is how long it took for you to decide to come? You are slipping."

Emma turned into her diamond form, ready to attack when Jay said something that made her stop, "do you know...how long has it been since I used my own hands to create something? A device?"

Monica frowned, "don't listen to him. He's buying time."

Jay clicked on the center of the button-like device, and blue light lit it up, "this is done. Don't worry about it. You know...I got the chance to focus. I remembered that the parties at war...both of them think that they are good, right. You two...are like that. If you came to accept that you are evil, then you'd have to face everything that you did for your agenda. Thinking that you were doing it for the good of others."

He walked over to the notebook, taking a paper from it, tearing it apart, "but somewhere...deep inside. You know what you are. Well, it's about time you decide what you are. Next time when you come to me. You better decide to be good. Or, I'll have to kill you myself."

Emma scoffed, walking over in her diamond form, "and I was wondering what you had to say. Who said you are getting out of here. You are mine."

Jay took a small rectangular sheet of paper, putting the device on it, tapping at the center. It seemed like nothing changed, but he held the thin device and the paper between his fingers.

He walked over to her, smiling, "sweety, did you know that everything in this universe has a vibrational frequency? Even the universe? That is why when you came to the universe, you felt different. You felt at home. Do you know what happens when you block that frequency?"

He stood within her grasp when Emma gasped, leaning forward, her diamond form disappeared. He looked down, seeing a paper stuck in her stomach, "how...?"

Jay kept the device between his finger, "a vibrational frequency adjuster. I can cut apart anything using just paper. I thought it would take me five minutes, but with a little side project. It took me seven."

He watched as she fell on her knees, feeling her body out of whack, "you want that future? I want it too. But you know the difference? I can have others that would be more than willing. Although since they can't read my mind. They would have to do the trust part. Which might be lengthy. The pride, the arrogance, the ignorance of what you are. Drop it. Make sure you are ready to make the alliance necessary to succeed."

He scoffed, walking over, "God, I can't believe it's taking so much time just asking you to be good. Especially when...in ways, the two of you are good. Just too much pride and a bit of lacking morality."

He stood near Monica, looking at the spray, "good thing. Fast-acting. Any other person might have fainted."

He took it from her, "I'll take it."

He whispered in her ear, "hurt her...and I will come for you."

Monica watched him closely, staring at his back, "Ma'am, do we chase?"

Monica narrowed her eyes, putting her finger on comm, "No. Let him go."

She looked towards Emma, walking in front of her, watching her stomach, "you can't use your powers."

Emma looked at her with a distrustful gaze when Monica shook her head, "don't worry. He could create something like that in 7 minutes? I don't want him to come after me, prepared." 

"Five...he created it in five...he did something else in two minutes," Emma spoke in a vibrating voice.

Monica frowned when there was a bright flash across the room. She covered her face, waiting for the light to die down.

She looked up, standing up, seeing everything as it was, when Emma spoke, "it's all gone."

Monica looked at her, "what?"

Emma's teeth chattered, she patted the floor, and every machine turned into dust. Everything other than the floor turned into dust, making Monica frown, "I could have reverse engineered what he did. If I knew, the parts he took."

Emma's eyes rose up, staring at Monica, "At least...he has style. We need to change the costume of your goons."

"Emph," Monica let out a smile, "this...is going to be fun. Btw the costumes...they were the ideas of the last leader. I can do better. AIM needs a better image. For our new future."

"For our new future."

Outside,

Jay took in the air of the night, stretching his hands, speaking in a melodious tone, "yeahhh...what to do...what to do...tonight."