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---Washington DC, 1 PM...
Under the mid-day sun, hundreds of Pro Heroes are gathered around the Washington Monument.
All around the monolithic white obelisk is a large fair, Pro Heroes from all across the country gathered in the Washington Mall -the massive park housing the monument-.
Children and fans of Pro Heroes excitedly rush about, getting autographs and buying merchandise from many famous Pro Heroes, but above, at the top of the monument are two men.
One hovers a foot above the monument, looking out at the Mall, with his eyes he can see all the way to the Capitol Building, standing at the eastern end like a monolith of democracy.
He can see the individual faces of each person, even from thousands of meters away.
"All these people relying on Pro Heroes to save them, then they turn around and expect us to follow their rules, this really is long overdue," he says, turning to the man sitting cross-legged atop the monument working on a laptop.Beside him is a small briefcase-like object, entirely black.
"One new world order, coming right up," the man mutters as he keeps typing away. "Sure you don't want to fly down there and say 'hi' to some of those kids before this goes down, you've rarely been seen since retirement, it could make their day."
"If they want to meet me, they just have to climb to the top," the man says as he lands on the monument.
He was an older caucasian man with salt and pepper hair, wearing a skin-tight Hero Costume which showed off his muscular frame. The blue and black of his Hero Costume was often overlooked, however, because his eyes were glowing bright blue.
John Fulton, aka The Sentinel, Former #1 Pro Hero of Texas, and Former Overall #1 Pro Hero of the United States Of America.
"You set the bar pretty high for just a greeting," the other man says, wearing baggy clothes and a full mask to hide all of his features, but leaving his hands exposed.
"They'll understand eventually," Sentinel says. "You decided on a Code Name yet?"
"Mind Hacker?"
"Not very creative, but it'll work," Sentinel says. "How long?"
"Annnndddd, done," Mind Hacker taps one final button. "Congratulations, you just declared war on The United States Of America."
"This country has always been at war, with others or itself, it's the only reliable thing we do," Sentinel says as he looks to the north, directly toward the Whitehouse.
From atop the monument he could only see the back of the building, but within moments the security forces were evacuating touring civilians and low-clearance personnel.
Sentinel then looks east, to the Capitol Building, and sees the security detail of many politicians bolstering their forces, calling nearby Pro Heroes from the festival inside to support them.
"Well, things are going as expected, scared weak people relying on us to protect them, bossing us around, and you?"
"The Whitehouse is being cleared out, full lockdown," Mind Hacker says.
"All but one, right?"
"Yeah, you were right, he's staying in the Oval Office, looks like the President is refusing to go to his bunker with the Chief Of Staff."
"That much was obvious," Sentinel smiles. "You don't get to be the Overall #1 Pro Hero by running away from fights."
"Yeah, but he's old and weak now, plus we outnumber him a few hundred to one," Mind Hacker says.
"He's not the one I'm worried about," Sentinel says. "As by my count, we've got 800 people here, which means we're outnumbered, more than 2:1."
Mind Hacker looks up, confused, "That doesn't even make any sense, I'm keeping tabs on every Pro Hero in his region, they're either all on our side or too far to respond in time."
"Is the message out yet?" Sentinel asks.
"Yeah, all our people are causing chaos across the country, and the agents in Paris are keeping her distracted, we're ready to start."
Sentinel smiles and looks around at the hundreds of Pro Heroes gathered, talking to civilians, then lifts a finger to his earpiece.
"Now, my Evolutionists! Rise up!"
On his word, every Pro Hero gathered in the Washington Mall moves in unison, a mad dash begins as hundreds of bodies swarm the back of the Whitehouse.
From above, Sentinel watches them like swarming ants, his loyal believers taking their rightful place, at the top of this world.
"How are things in Paris?" Sentinel asks Mind Hacker.
"Getting messier by the second, we've probably got an hour before she gets here."
"Good, then lets---" Sentinel cuts himself off, noticing the chaos had stopped for a moment.
He turns and looks toward the Whitehouse, seeing the Pro Heroes have destroyed the fence and crossed into the lawn, but were hesitant to take a single step forward.
"Adams," Sentinel growls before turning back to Mind Hacker. "Call one of the fliers to get you into position, I need to go deal with this problem."
He soars over the army of Pro Heroes toward the Whitehouse, and descends to hover in front of them, crossing his arms and coming face to face with a man more than a few years younger than himself.
The man wore a blue and yellow skin-tight suit with a full face mask, showing off his muscular build as he stood there, daring any of the traitors to take a step toward the Whitehouse.
"Adams, I wondered where you were," Sentinel says in a serious voice. "I tried to contact you, you're exactly the kind of person we're trying to help."
"Call me Legion, John," the man says with disgust. "I'm only going to say this once, walk away, now..."
Sentinel sighs and lands, planting his feet on the grass as he relaxes his arms.
"I already sent my message to the world, you know I can't back down now, and neither can the people behind me since I'm sure they've all been marked as traitors alongside me, this only ends one way, you know that."
Behind him the army of Pro Heroes were hesitant, they'd been promised that the strongest Pro Heroes wouldn't be here to defend the president, that the only #1 Pro Hero they'd possibly have to fight would be the president himself, but now, things suddenly changed.
Now standing before them is Legion, Former #1 Pro Hero of California, Former #1 Pro Hero of New York State, Former Overall #1 Pro Hero of The United States Of America, a man who can and has single-handedly suppressed armies of villains.
"So this is where you came after retirement, the Secret Service," Sentinel grumbles out. "Just my bad luck today, but it's not too late. You and I, we're the same, two men more powerful than most people, but constantly asked to save people that are so weak nature itself wants them gone. Join me..." he extends his hand to Legion.
Legion sighs, "Chris' is more than just the president, he's also a friend, just like you were, and I don't betray my friends."
"So be it," Sentinel says before rocketing forward.
He rears back his hand to punch Legion in the face, but the man raises his arms to block.
He takes the hit which sends a shockwave across the lawn and shatters his arms, breaking them into blue glass-like energy with ease.
As he's sent backward, from the side of his body, an identical copy of himself forms in an instant and punches Sentinel in the face.
The hit barely moved his head, but before he could adjust and the first body fully disappeared, the new copy began multiplying.
Sentinel was suddenly surrounded by a dozen copies, each of which then began making copies of their own.
They began battering him, forcing him on the defensive, and within seconds, after he'd been swarmed the copies realized they'd run out of space to get their hits in, and turned on the army of traitors.
"Oh crap..." One of the former Pro Heroes mutters as chaos unfolds.
A dozen copies become hundreds, each able to match a 30% Full Cowling Deku.
Each perfectly synchronized through all their senses and thoughts, each a perfect copy of the original body, even those made via a copy of a copy lost no power.
Up to 2000 copies can exist at any one point in time, and the creation of any more will destroy the oldest copy currently existing.
This is the power that suppressed entire states before Star and Stripe came onto the scene, before Legion retired after losing interest in being a Pro Hero.
"ARGH!" Sentinel unleashes two green energy beams from his eyes, slicing apart all the clones that were swarming him and flying into the air. "You're such a damn waste!"
He wipes the blood from his lip before looking down at the battlefield, seeing his forces being overwhelmed by one man before feeling something grab onto his boots.
He looks behind him to see Legion grabbing onto his legs, and that one copy then multiplies while on his body to swarm him.
Countless blows crash into Sentinel, disorienting the man as he flies around, desperately trying to get them away from him, but the more he destroys, the more copies are made.
Eventually, he unleashed an omnidirectional blast of green energy, knocking all of them away and destroying most of them, earning himself a short reprieve.
"Missed one!" he hears, then turns around to see Legion falling to the ground hundreds of feet below.
The one copy makes another, which he throws at extreme speeds directly at Sentinel.
The man unleashes energy beams from his eyes, but the copy extends an arm to the side and creates another copy from his palm.
This new Legion grabs its arms and swings it out of the way of the beam, before spinning and throwing two copies of his own at Sentinel.
Sentinel stops his energy beams and tries to move out of the way, only for the copy to make a chain of copies as it rockets past him, grabbing him by the waist as it continues creating copies all the way to the ground.
The copy on the ground stops his feet into the dirt while making a few more to anchor himself, then yanks the chain of copies out of the sky and down into the ground, bringing Sentinel down with it.
His impact creates a crater and a small shockwave that scatters the nearby combatants, only for Sentinel to get up, hovering above the ground with a slight nosebleed after countless hits.
"You're being a real pain in my neck, you know that?" Sentinel asks as a swarm of copies stands in front of him.
"That's the plan, give up yet?"
"Never, heroes never give up," Sentinel says.
"You aren't a hero anymore."
"If that's what you think, then I'll stop playing like it," Sentinel raises a hand to his earpiece. "Forget the Whitehouse, I'll deal with the president, all of you go capture the members of congress, and capture anyone else you see..."
Legion's eyes widen as he sees all the Pro Heroes instantly change their course of action and make a mad dash to the Capitol Building.
"Looks like you've got a choice to make," Sentinel says.
Legion shakes his head, "The entire point of my Quirk is to be everywhere at once, I can save the hostages, beat down your lackeys, and kick your ass, and I'm not even in the country," he shrugs.
"You and I both know you can't really take me down."
"Don't need to, I just have to protect the presid---"
"Legion," a bored voice speaks through his earpiece, and Sentinel uses his enhanced hearing to listen in. "I will not have you defend me when civilians may be in danger, take the detachment of copies surrounding the Whitehouse, and yourself, and go protect the people, I can handle myself."
"But, Mr. President..."
"That was an order, everything is ready, I'd like to invite my friend in for a chat, rather than have them kill each other."
Sentinel grins, "You heard him, go play hero," he flies over Legion and toward the Whitehouse.
Legion just watches him leave while making dozens of copies from this body, "I really hope you know what you're doing Chris'."
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