For the Record: I'm sure you can explain! (Invite only)

His child. His first child. Not his actual child, but close enough for him. Angelina's only legacy left. Twenty seven years. There was a twenty seven year long distance having been built between them. How do you cover that? How do you break that distance? The only real answer he was finding was 'not easily'.

He was sitting in his office right now, looking largely composed, but those who knew him well knew he was shaken up about something. The middle aged Indian man suddenly looked older than his apparent age of early forty. He seemed in his fifties now, his face seeming weary and old. A cigar was in his mouth- again, a bizarre thing, considering he rarely used any drugs at all, something he enforced well on his daughter- and he blew out some smoke. He checked his phone and saw Chelle's text. He fired back a reply and sighed.

"Alright then." he said. He stood up and glanced at the other two people in the room. One was a tall black man, his butler Jonathan Mohammed Azad. The other was his daughter Amy. They'd been sitting in his office for about twenty minutes now. Azad seemed aware of what was going on, though he refused to tell Amy anything, effectively saying 'Beti (an affectionate term he used for the girl), your father will tell you when he's ready.'

Nightkill didn't seem ready for anything, and Azad picked up on that. "Sir, you don't need to do this..."

"I do. It's been twenty seven years. Twenty seven years. I think I have a duty, Jon." Seth Khan said, seeming weak and human. "Amy, I brought you here for an important reason as well. You have wanted to know more about my life....well, you're my daughter. I think you should know this."

Two tall and beautiful women opened the door and entered the room. Amy would vaguely recognize one, Chelle, as the woman who occasionally visited Nightkill's office for business meetings, though she'd be unaware of what was actually discussed in there, unless she had spied. Lots of deaths had been planned in this small room. The other would be completely unknown to her, but Nightkill almost seemed to melt in his chair.

"Amy," Khan said, his voice cracking with some emotion, which was shocking to see from a usually stone faced man, "That's your sister."

Upside down on her bed, she was flipping through channels on TV. For a few minutes she was watching a comedy channel then switched to something more serious on the history channel. She didn't really watch TV too often but she was quite bored. A knock came from her door, desiring her attention.

"Who is it?" Mist asked. "It's Jon. Your father requests you to see him as soon as possible." The butler replied. She was usually fond of giving him a hard time, but it seemed this time it was something Mr. Khan needed. Rolling to her side she got off her bed fairly quickly. She glanced over at her pet rabbit he had gotten her when she was younger and they had first met. Herbie the rabbit seemed to have knocked its food dish over

"I'll be there in a minute." She said, walking over to Herbie's cage and flipping the bowl upright so he could eat. Walking to her door, she was met by the butler whom she thought had left by now but it seemed he was going to walk with her downstairs to Mr. Khan's office. Once arriving there, he seemed a bit distraught. Over what, she didn't really know. She wished she could do something about it though, it wasn't often she saw him like this. Azad seemed to want to console her saying that he would tell her when he was ready. As Azad and Mr. Khan went back and forth, she had to admit she was very curious about what was going on.

Entering the room was a familiar woman to her, she had quite seen her come into their home a few times. But it was always about Mr. Khan's business, private discussions he made sure that she wasn't around for. Her curiosity got the best of her when she tried to eavesdrop on a few conversations. But either Azad caught her or she couldn't make any sense of the conversation. After a few attempts she gave up trying. However, with her a more mysterious girl was with her.

""Amy." Mr. Khan said, allowing a few seconds of pause. "That's your sister." Exchanging her glance from Mr. Khan to Skylar, she looked her over carefully. She didn't seem to resemble Amy. Though, she had never met her parents. She didn't even know she had siblings. Unfortunately for her, she got her hopes up thinking that Skylar was a blood-related relative. Not quite sure how to react to such an announcement, she got a bit shy about it. Glancing down at the ground, she paused for a few seconds before reacting. Raising her head back up to Skylar, she finally spoke.

"Hi, uhm. My name is Amy." It was a start, at least for her. So many questions loomed in her mind. How Khan even reached her was shocking. She was obviously older, she must have known her parents. What were they like? She didn't really know that she was an only child. She knew little to nothing about her blood related family. She would soon find out the two of them were sisters in another way, not blood related. Though that wouldn't exactly prevent them from bonding. She still was very intrigued at the girl.

Khan sighed. He looked up at the ceiling, hearing Chelle's words. He also let Skyler berate him verbally. "I was a coward." he said quietly. "After your mother died, I couldn't bare to support a child. I could have probably found a better solution, I know, but I didn't have one then. I was anguished, I was distraught. So placing you in foster care seemed like the best option. At the time, the only option- the government would not let me keep you because your mother and I had been unmarried at the time of her death. I only really started recovering from that a few years ago, a bit before I adopted Amy." he said, gesturing toward the younger girl. "I did not take on another lover after your mother died, since she was likely the only woman I ever loved."

Khan looked his daughter in the eyes. "Your mother left you at our house one day when she went to work at the World Trade Centre. It was September 11th, 2001, shortly after your birth. I don't feel I need to particularly mention what actually occurred that day, they still make a very big deal of it even to this day. But twenty seven years did not heal that wound. Your mother, Angelina, is still quite dead. And I'm still broken by it. At the time, I was in no fit state to take care of a child, so when the government placed you in foster care, I didn't object. A few years ago, I started recovering and I kept tabs on you- as you said, I'm a very rich man. I can do that sort of thing. I gave your foster parents money for your education and partially may have helped accelerate some things for you when you went for a job, but your achievements were yours. And I am proud of the woman you grew into, but I remained too ashamed to contact you or tell you your real name- your mother wanted to name you Isabella, after a friend of hers, and I didn't contest it. But you've grown up as Skyler so I know you wouldn't want to take this name."

"I'm not too sure what I can say. I'm ashamed and I'm guilty, but I can't fix the past." he said, his head now downward.

It seemed Amy had gotten a bit ahead of herself. The clarity of the subject began to arise as Mr. Khan began talking about his relationship with another woman. Amy, however, was adopted. In terms, they were sisters of course. They both shared the same father, though their biological parents were different. In some aspects, Amy could grasp the concept of what Skylar meant. She too had been given to an orphanage at a young age and been raised by others. She didnt know a real family until she was adopted.

Though she had been with Mr. Khan long enough to know his sincerity. She knew what he said had to be the truth, and she felt like jumping out and defending him even though she knew not to stick her nose in such business. It was clearly between Skylar and Mr. Khan, a relationship that was broken and needed to be mended. She knew that if Skylar was forgiving, he would make it up to her in every possible way. At least materially she was supported by him though she may not have known. For now, Amy kept silent until she felt it was her turn to speak.

Skyler was still a bit upset, and confused. But, even if she were upset and confused.. this man was rightfully her father. She reached for her bag and sat it down on a near chair and rummaged for a moment. She pulled out the birth certificate that was in her file. "I noticed it said Isabella on the birth certificate. In one of the homes I was in, we picked our names. I chose Skyler. It's been my name ever since. But.. Isabella is pretty, I guess." She paused and took a deep breath. She looked at him and let her head tilt. "Why don't we look alike?" she asked bluntly. Her ears warmed up when she heard Chelle behind of her, clearing her throat and sitting up a bit on the chair. Skyler rose a brow. "What's your problem?" She asked, looking toward the odd rich woman. She may have been nice enough to pick Skyler up, but now she was sitting in here, learning about Skyler's life, when she didn't even know the lady. That was something that hit a button also. Her eyes then fell on Amy. The girl didn't look anything like Seth Khan either, nor her own birth mother. So she was adopted, or.. just staying here. Skyler had no idea.

Nightkill shrugged. "I hold degrees in many subjects. Biology is one of them. Genetics is an interesting business. Though you should look like the 50-50 percent offspring of your mother and I, you don't. You take solely after her, not me in any way. Well, virtually any way." he said with a brief smile. He glanced at Chelle, waving her away with one hand. "You can go, Chelle." he said vaguely, remaining generally aware that the woman would find some way to listen in. But that wasn't too important to him right now.

He saw her glance at Mist. "Yes, Amy does not look like me either. But hers is a different reason altogether. She was adopted by me one rainy day in New York, when she was fleeing from a man who was trying to kill her. Exciting story. I'll tell you about it one of these days. She's completely and utterly my daughter though. But..." he took a breath. "We've met. Twenty seven years and we have finally met each other again. If there is anything I can do for you, please tell me. I will do it immediately."

Amy started to feel awkward about the situation. It seemed to be a discussion between Mr. Khan and a woman with some serious anger issues. She even snapped at Chelle. Not wanting to get involved, her lips were zipped shut. Everything Mr. Khan had said regarding Amy, she had felt as well. She had never had a real father, so when one took her under his wing, she naturally became extremely attached to any guardian who would be there for her. She didn't like the life she had before any of it. This made her who she was now.

As Mr. Khan spoke, she fixed her attention on him listening very intently. She knew he had the finances to purchase Skylar anything she wanted. But something drove Amy to think she wanted something else. Why was she here? Why did she bother coming to meet a father she never had met before? It would be as if Amy met her dead parents. Her eyes switched over to Skylar eagerly waiting a response. Perhaps she'd be too angry to accept his offer right now. She couldn't know for sure. All she knew was that the conversation currently was between those two until this issue was resolved.

Then shit broke loose. Khan had been smiling a bit again, but then a bullet flew through the window, and he jerked his head to the side, avoiding it. It hit the wall instead. "I thought that window was made of stronger stuff." he muttered to himself. "Amy, protect yourself. Azad?" he asked. The butler nodded and pulled out a surprisingly large gun, the old black man no longer seeming quite so weak.

Khan sighed as a dozen armed mercs blew a hole in the ceiling, jumping into the room with Azad, Amy, Khan and Skyler. "Well, you're a soldier, aren't you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow toward Skyler. Khan himself raised a hand while giving a yell. "Chelle, looks like we may need you after all." he said, though he knew she would have already heard the explosion and the shattered glass.

Azad started to fire at the mercs, and Khan did something surprising. One hand pointed at one of the enemies, and a burst of lightning flew out, stunning the man.

More soldiers climbed in through the hole. Glancing up, Khan sighed. "Should fix that first, shouldn't we?" he grumbled.

The bullet sailing through the window was avoided by Nightkill seemingly without effort. She hadn't known he had such good reflexes, but he may have seen it coming before the shot was taken. It was her only assumption. It appeared they were no longer in a safe environment, and action was being taken. Their home was being raided by an unknown enemy. Which didn't make much sense to Amy, she still didn't know the full extent of Nightkill's business despite a few failed attempts to spy on him. He was always a step ahead of her, that's just how their relationship worked.

Backing up from her position and staying away from the window where the initial shot was taken, she was unsure where the point of entry would be for any incoming assault. An opening was made from the ceiling by a highly explosive detonation, as mercenaries hurled themselves down into the room. It was kind of Mr. Khan to tell Amy to defend herself, but she already knew by now that she wasn't the target. Nightkill was. Suited up and ready for battle, the mercenaries rolled to break their fall as they landed on the carpeted room. They sprang up and turned their guns on Nightkill hoping to fill him full of lead before he could take all of them down at the same time. Unfortunately for them, he had allies. They should know the first wave wouldn't be that successful.

Amy had been trained in various self-defense scenarios, and her reflexes and flexibility were seemingly at her peak performance. She reached out and grabbed the barrel of one of the mercenaries guns, redirecting the gun to the ground. At the same time, she kicked her right leg up into the air, knocking the barrel of a separate mercenaries gun, redirecting it towards the ceiling. They both fired from the attack, unsure of what else to do. The bullets punched holes in the ceiling and floor, but their guns were redirected away from the group. Amy channeled her power, turning herself and the mercenaries guns into a vapors of mist. The guns were now out of the grasp of the mercenaries, completely baffled and unarmed by the combat situation.

Swinging the barrel around like a baseball bat, she transformed back into her human self and cracked the butt end of the rifle against one of the mercenaries forehead. When her power deactivated, the other gun fell to the ground as well but it was still live with ammunition. The force of the blow wasn't enough to knock out the mercenary, she wasn't even close to being strong enough to accomplish that. He staggered backwards with his hands on his forehead calling her a bitch. Behind her, the other unarmed guard wrapped both his arms around her in a bear hug, pinning her arms down. He was at least three times stronger than she was. The soldier with the bruised forehead pulled out a Bowie knife and took advantage of the situation, trying to plunge the knife into her gut. Timing her ability with accuracy, she transformed back into a water vapor. The knife plunged into the man behind her who was pinning her down as she easily wriggled free from the situation.

She raised up her fists at the mercenary who had just mortally wounded his own teammate. He pulled the bloodied knife out of his partner who was gargling on his own blood and began moving in on Amy carefully. Amidst the chaotic scene, she had hoped the rest of the group was doing better than she was. Two mercenaries shouldn't be this difficult, but she wasn't used to live exercises, just training.

. o O (Bumping this so it's not on page two anymore.. e.e;)

Nightkill paused, looking at the assassins. "For God's sake..." he massaged a temple with one hand, while nodding to Azad. The older man nodded back, shooting another one of the assassins. "Sorry this happened to be our first meeting, eh?" Khan quipped to his daughters, But he took a breath and his hands charged with electricity. The crackling was loud and purposefully so- the assassins glanced toward his hands nervously, and then Nightkill punched one with an electric charged punch. His punch was not very powerful, but the electricity left a burn, knocking the man down while Nightkill chucked what looked like an electric bolt down at him, stopping the man's heart quickly and painlessly before starting it back up. This would make sure the man stayed down for a while.

He raised one hand, and electricity drained from the ceiling lights and joined up with the electricity in his hand, charging in a ball shaped form before blowing it across the room, stunning the majority of the assassins inside with relatively little effort.

He glanced at everyone and chuckled a bit. "I suppose you can now tell there's more to me than meets the eye, huh?" he asked ironically, looking at the fallen. "I suppose we'll ask them where they came from as well, when they're in a fit state to talk to anyone..." He sighed. "But you likely have questions for me, Skyler. And thank you, Chelle." Nightkill nodded. "I think we should be a bit cautious since I expect more to come soon, but I can call for reinforcements until then."