Dr. Pace did what he was best at while waiting in the food court for the meeting to begin. He paced. The Portland International Airport had been abandoned almost since Calamity. Air transport around the globe had shut down almost immediately after Epics started appearing; none of them wanted any of their subjects able to get away as quickly as air travel could let them. Only the most prestigious Epics that couldn't fly or transport used planes anymore, and they only used pre-Calamity airports as the occasional pit stop for fuel or terrorizing local vanillas, and even that had become less and less frequent as the years went on. And so, that was where the Reckoners had decided to set up shop. A huge database available, plus an almost infinite number of hiding places for when they were needed, made the airport a prime location for them. And now, they were waiting. They had planned a meeting with one of their informants--Gordon was his name--in the food court at noon. Dr. Pace checked the clock once again. 12:16. He took a deep breath and continued to pace across the food court, back and forth, back and forth. "He's late," Robert, an ex-firefighter, said, lounging in one of the plastic chairs scattered around the food court. "Thank you, Captain Duh," Rachel responded. She was wearing her typical lab coat and jeans, and was doing something on her laptop placed on the table in front of her. "No," Dr. Pace said. "There's something not right here. Gordon's never late." He finally took a seat, pulling a chair up to the table where Rachel, Robert, and Charles sat. "And has anyone seen Seth?" The other three looked around, realizing for the first time that the youngest member of the group was missing. "No," Robert started, "I--" "I don't know," a voice said from outside the food court. "Has anyone seen me?" Dr. Pace looked out to the hallway that lead to the food court and the B gates of the airport. There was no one there. "Se--" he began, but stopped as Seth appeared just outside the food court. He hadn't walked out from behind the wall. He appeared. Dr. Pace swallowed. Seth was an Epic. This was not going to be good. -------------------- Timeport--Seth's Epic name, he'd chosen it himself--appeared in front of the food court. The looks on the faces of his former coReckoners were priceless. He teleported closer to them, making sure to keep himself in the same time period, and smiled wickedly. "Good. Now that I have your attention, let me introduce you to my friend." He pulled a handgun out of its holster on his hip. It was the first handgun they'd given him, actually, a few days after he'd joined. He leveled the gun at the four Reckoners, then teleported five feet closer to them. "Everybody up, into the corner, please." "You wouldn't..." Robert said, slowly standing up and leaning away from Timeport. "Oh, I would." Seth--no, I'm Timeport now. Seth Nathsha is dead--pointed the gun at Robert's thigh and pulled the trigger. Robert yelped in pain, then hobbled into the corner of the food court along with the rest of the Reckoners. That done, Timeport just had to wait for the informant to arrive. He laughed. CorpseMaker was going to love him.
