The Danger Element

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[ominous music]

[fighting]

[fast music]

[hitting and smashing]

[loud bangs]

[soft music]

[sound of electricity]

[ominous music]

[Mister Saltzman] An impressive

light show, Doctor Elymas,

but I still fail to see

how any of this would be

of interest to my employer.

The next phase of my work

will focus on the stabilization

and application

of the God Particle.

You were able to transport

the Danger Element?

Yes, it is here.

But I will need your support,

if I am to regain the support

of the Lucrecious society.

My employer has no use for

the arrogance of Lucrecious.

We both know

that he cannot resist

this kind of power.

Perhaps not.

But he's far more patient

than you give him credit for.

[Vorkschnitt] Screeeech.

How did he find us here,

Vorkschnitt?!

An intruder, Trevor?

Em... if you'll excuse me,

a minor situation

must be dealt with.

Vorkschnitt will show

you the door, Mister Saltzman.

[fighting]

[suspenseful music]

The doctor will see you now.

[suspenseful music]

[fighting]

[fast music]

[fighting sounds continue]

[Elymas] Looking for

the Danger Element,

are we, Battle Jitni?

I have anticipated your visit,

my nimble little monkey.

My men spirited

the canister away only

moments before your arrival.

[laughs]

Wait! Where are you going?

[fast music]

[fast music]

[tires screeching]

[Voice of the car]

Auto-drive mechanism active.

[suspenseful music]

[sound of cars]

[Kyle] Did we lose him?

[fast music]

[punching and fighting]

[loud crash]

[loud punch]

What?! Oh no!

[suspenseful music]

[soft, quiet music]

[church bell]

-[Vorkschnitt] Screech!

-Battle Jitni.

[spits]

[voice of car]

Auto-drive mechanism inactive.

Saltzman:
Pardon me.

I believe you have something

I'm going to have to

take away from you...

...by force!

[energetic music]

[shooting]

[fighting]

[melodious music]

We have Battle Jitni cornered.

He's being sternly dealt with.

[shooting]

[loud explosion]

[ominous music]

[shot fired]

[soft music]

[Abaddon]Alone again.

Always alone,

though not alone,

here at the edge of

the universe, the edge of time.

But really just the beach.

Only a symbol of these things.

And further still:

only your own mind.

A far dimmer projection than

even the weakest of symbols.

And by such predictable

convention do you write

yourself alone,

even in your own imagination.

Alone, though not alone.

Not truly. Never truly.

For you are so good

at lying to yourself.

For had she not been there,

would you not have been dead?

Has not the one you would

push away become your only

real hope against death?

I see a pattern.

All you do is talk in circles.

Yes of course.

But circles were always

good enough for you.

[Jitni] What are you doing here?

[Enki] I suppose I could have

left you lying out there.

Do you even remember

what happened?

What are you doing?

My father loved you.

Sometimes, I think

he loved you more than me.

We've been through that

before, Enki.

He had an unconventional way

of looking at technology.

He believed that the secret to

harnessing any force

is hidden in the methods,

that we use to measure it.

Even time.

He spent his whole life

trying to build a machine

that could do this.

And, as ridiculous as it sounds,

you and I both know

he succeeded.

This is the celebration

of that success.

The Paraclete.

And he built her for you,

brother. The son he never had.

The Paraclete does not

owe its speed to

the power of its engine.

In fact, my father once told me

that the Paraclete isn't

even that fast at all.

It's simply her experience

of time that is fast.

This is all made possible by

my father's universal pendulum.

Every piece of his dream

is right here,

except for its heart.

The Danger Element.

What are you saying?

[Enki] The Danger Element,

united with the Paraclete,

could do more than

just pressurize time.

This is exactly the reason

the order wants me to find

the Danger Element

in the first place.

To prevent its use

for such selfish reasons.

Selfish?!

He's your father

as much as he is mine, Jitni.

He was.

If I help you get

the Danger Element back,

you're going to help me

save my father.

Your father's dead.

Not for long.

Aw man, you guys again?

We're here to collect

this month's payment.

Payment?

I've never bought anything

from you guys.

Mister Derwit's protection

does not come for free.

Protection?

You guys are the only ones

ever messin' with me!

Look. You can pay with diamonds,

or you can pay with your life!

-Uh, wait... diamonds?

-Yeah, diamonds.

I don't know. But he's like-

-Where are the diamonds?!

-I don't know about

any diamonds.

Are you sure you're

in the right place?

Look! You must be hoarding them

around here somewhere,

you muddy diamond hog!

-Where are they being hogged?!

- Hogged?

Alright, you filthy pack rat!

Battle Jitni! Kill him!

[fighting]

Vanderbeek

Fry this guy!

[click]

[shooting]

[glass breaking]

Now, Vanderbeek!

[shooting]

[shooting and sparks]

[explosion]

And it blows up like Hiroshima

and I'm thinking, oh man,

my dad's gonna be so pissed.

[Billiard] The description of

the unusual weapon was exactly

the lead I had been looking for.

The American Top Secret Agency

for the Handling of

Top Secret Situations

had assigned me to

track down Doctor Trevor Elymas,

and recent movements

had led me to believe he was

now in the city of Hughson.

The unwitting discovery

of this abominable device

by the police proved it.

He was here. He'd struck some

sort of a deal with the local

crime syndicate ,

which would explain

why Lupo's gang was apprehended.

However, that isn't what

particularly interested me

about this crime scene.

While my superiors were

in no way interested in theories

about secret societies

like the Knights of

the Benedictine Seal,

I was,

and I had been conducting

my own investigation on them

for quite some time .

And now, to my surprise,

they were apparently operating

right under my nose.

While still providing what

progress reports I could

to my supervisor

concerning my pursuit

of Trevor Elymas,

I began a peripheral

investigation on the Knights

of the Benedictine Seal.

I didn't have to look for

evidence of their activity.

The Media and the public

at large believed

the exploits of the Knights

were the work of one man.

A vigilante who they had given

the name of "The Stuntman".

The Knights' carefully laid

deception had created the image

of a single veritable superhero,

Undoubtedly striking fear

into the shadowy corners

and dark allies of crime

throughout this city.

It was genius.

And I was obsessed with

knowing their secrets.

So much so

that I may have temporarily

disordered my priorities.

Say, man. Would you say

this is some bad news?

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to

take some action here.

[phone ringing]

Hello, Mister Derwit. How are

my new prototypes faring?

Not so good, man.

Those things are like bombs.

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