<strong>Narration</strong><br/><br/>The world that we once we once knew is changed forever.  Individuals with gifts once thought fantastical are cropping up more and more.  A child in Queen New York that can lift a Volkswagon above his head.  A teenager in Akron with the power to fly, or a young woman Dallas Texas who leveled an entire city block because she accidently released to much kinetic energy at a gas station.  Stories you would once find in the pages of the super market tabloid are now front page news.  People are scared and many are demanding action from elected officials who have no plans in place for something of this nature, despite the fact that meta humans have been around for some time.  They are only now becoming common knowledge as the population has begun to skyrocket.<br/><br/>Behind the scenes there are those looking to make a difference and help the new meta-humans learn to control their powers, while others would love nothing more than to harness that power and use it to their own destructive purposes.  The race is on and the stakes have never been greater.  As the Defenders and S.W.O.R.D. work to keep the world safe, the powers of A.X.I.S. are silently acquiring assets through any means necessary.<br/><br/><strong>Nathanial Grayason / The Marc’s Estate</strong><br/><br/>In up state New York there is a massive residence that has stood for nearly two centuries and housed a family with very old money, being passed down from generation to generation, on occasion being remodeled as the fashions and technology changed.  Nathaniel Grayson had come to live here with his mother and her new husband when he was 8 years old after the death of Nathaniel’s father.  Her mother didn’t talk much about her former husband, and he only really learned why later when he accidently read her mind.  It had been a terrifying experience for him and for a time thought their was something wrong with him.  His fathered was ostracized as being a freak and was persecuted until he took his own life.  Nathaniel had never told his mother of what he could do, because he knew she wouldn’t approve.  She had gone to the grave thinking her son was a normal human being who had been lost during the second World War.<br/><br/>How fitting it was that he should return here nearly 7 decades later and pursue his true lifes work.  Finding people like himself and helping them cope with what they are.  His first success had been the speedster Ken Aldrin someone who had been touched by the darkest thing one could imagine.  A.X.I.S. an organization that had been around since WWII had gotten their clutches into him for a time and done quite the number on him.  Despite what one would expect, Ken was normally a carefree and relaxed individual.<br/><br/>“Quit daydreaming Nathatiel, S.W.O.R.D.’s representative will be arriving here within the hour,” the voice of Adeline Marc’s said behind him.<br/><br/>Adeline had been his step sister growing up, and due to a genetic mutation, had ceased to age from her 21rst birthday on. It had come as a great surprise to him to find her the same after so many years apart.  He had expected her to be withered and old if alive at all.<br/><br/>“You sound like your nervous,’ he replied turning from an old hand crafted oak bookcase to face her.<br/>“I don’t like the idea of a government organization breathing down our necks and looking over our shoulders like we are criminals,” she answered her tone clipped and distinctly old world sounding.  “You use to work for them don’t they at least trust you?”<br/><br/>He smiled in response.  He didn't blame her for being wary of government oversight, especially in reason times with some legislating confinement for meta’s.  S.W.O.R.D. was different though.  Technically they didn't exist, and they operated in a more open minded way.  They made it their business to know what was out their but beyond that let people be.  “They have access to data and resources that would be beyond even our reach,” he said  “It is mutually beneficial for us to work together.”