Arnold Drake sat a the end of a long oak table. His hands were folded, the rings on his fingers rubbed together slowly as Arnold started to become more and more impatient. Arnold had worked hard most of his life and his new project was going to make his wildest dreams come true. All the rest of the groups have proved unreliable and he needed fresh blood. Every man that has stepped into this room has made a fool of himself or showed their true genius. Heroes were the only ones who were able to get some of the jobs done, but sadly every man has their breaking point. This new team may give him a way into the great abyss that was Arnold's future. Arnold sat back in his chair and the first of the heroes entered into the room. This was the beginning of it all. His final process to his goal was going to be complete and he could feel it. Arnold was a skeptic, but nothing can beat these so called "heroes." His business was built on these heroes and their expeditions, yet he hated them. Why were they so ignorant he asked himself. If more people would have been like his father, the Earth would have been united as a whole. He often reflected upon the words of his father. "To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. "Take your brothers as your own and never forget them. We are the great and those who oppose are the weak."