The sun was high as it shown down on the streets of Fillydelphia even with the nipping breeze from winters last days sending its chills through the streets. People were out and about having a good time, especially in one of the parks where a small carnival had set up. A simple carousel spun around with music and laughter, a clown on stilts walked around the crowd making kids and parents smile at his antics.

Right next to that park in a decently tall corporate building, a group of three people were getting ready. One was a male and gazing out at the carnival in the park with a smile as he thought of how his daughter would have liked to go. He was of average build but above average looks, with well combed and styled black hair and a healthy glow to his light tan skin.

Dressed in a fine business suit, that he repeatedly kept straightening out due to his nerves. He and his partners were about to pitch a business deal that if it went through they would be on easy street for years to come.

Glancing at his watch to check the time he saw the second hand suddenly come to a stop at fifteen seconds before ten thirty. He frowned in confusion and tapped the time keeper trying to jump it back to life bu8t to no avail.

With a small scoff he mumbled under his breath.

“It stopped.” One of his companions turned to him.

“What’s that Filthy?” They asked. Filthy Rich shook his head clear.

“Nothing… How we doing?” He asked his nerves giving way to excitement.

“Oh, we’re ready.” his other companion said a smile spreading across her face.

“You feeling the magic?” They asked him and his smile widened.

“Oh, I’m feeling the magic, all right.” He said holding up his fist and his two companions bumped it.

“Let hit em.” He said and started to make his way to the conference room.

“Let’s do it.” His male partner said, psyching himself up and following Filthy Rich.

“Let’s go make thirty million dollars.” Filthy said softly as he strode toward the double doors in front of him. The secretary opened them and ushered them inside. The glass tables with the company's board sitting around it dominated the room. All their head turned watched the trio enter.

“Good morning.” Filthy said with a smile. He felt a slight twinge in his chest but ignored it.

“Before I begin… Let me...” He blinked as the room started to tilt and swirl. He tried to breath but his lungs felt like they were encased in lead and wouldn’t take in air. He saw the world start to tunnel and fade to black as he fell onto the glass table and knew no more.

His partners rushed up to him in concern, ignoring the sounds of honking horns, screeching brakes and crashing outside.

“Filthy? Filthy!” They tried to rouse him but he wouldn’t respond.

“I’ll go get help!" One of the board members rushed out of the room. Filthy’s partners flipped him over and saw his dead, glassy gaze.

“Jesus, Jesus! Filthy!” They yelled.

“Call 9-1-1! Call 9-1-1!” They yelled. All the while sound of panic and screams were going on outside. At the carnival, the clown on stilts had fallen down and wasn’t moving and inch. The body of the man operating the carousel was being dragged in circles on the ground as the ride kept spinning. Scaring kids and adults alike.

Dozens of cars, a school and commuter bus were crashed into building and fire hydrants for blocks. Bodies were on the sidewalk where they had fallen dead as they walked. People trying to rouse them, help in some way but couldn’t. Sirens blaring in the distance as police and ambulances rushed to the scenes of one of the most baffling cases in the city’s history.

UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO

“Sound waves!” Dr Spike Dragnus, a decently tall and well built man in his mid twenties with purple skin, deep green hair and emerald eyes, announced in his best show mans voice as he tried to get his students interested with his lesson. Which itself was a chore. Not many kids or even adults had near as much passion for Geo-Magnetics and Geophysics as him but he still tired to make it interesting for whomever took his class.

He was upfront with a piece of chalk scratching out a formula for his lesson. To his left were his two assistants miss Maud Pie a brilliant geologist with a stoic demeanor, purple hair, light grey skin color and blue eyes standing next to Tom Boulder, a well built guy with slate grey skin, ash colored hair and moss green eyes. Both were tending to the electric equipment for Spike lecture demonstration.

“So, if we know that sound waves gain wavelength and loose frequency as they travel through more dense materials…” He paused as he finished the last bit of his equation on the chalkboard.

…”Then the anomalies in these waves are the means by which we can summarize the fundamental architecture of our planet.” Spike turned away from the chalkboard to face his class and gave a mental sigh as he saw he only had the attention of a small handful. He saw one girl with her feet propped on her desk, pretending to take notes but was painting her nails.

Spike let a small rueful smirk cross his face.

“How the nails coming Gemstone?” he asked her getting the rest of the class to chuckle and Gemstone to smile sheepishly as she quickly put her cosmetics away. He grinned at her but didn’t rib her further.

“Good… All right let’s have a demonstration.” Spike said gesturing to Tom to bring it to him.

“Mr. Bolder, Maud, thank you very much.” Spike said as he took the trumpet handed to him put it to his lips and played a single loud note that got all his students attention as it echoed around the room.

The students who had taken his class before fought to contain the grins that wanted to split their faces. Spike’s way of keeping his students attentions was always entertaining. Spike strode over to a table with three slabs of different rock were vertically propped up. Each had sensors and wires on it’s back and were attached to the equipment.

“Alright, Mrs. Limestone.” Spike announced placing a hand on top of the first slab.

“Being a big softie, you know, loves walks in the park, bedtime stories, big romantic, loves Chet.” Spike rambled on stroking the stone slab and his students trying their best to keep their chuckling as quiet as possible but not really succeeding.

“I can’t play Chet but I’ll see what I can do. Watch the Oscilloscope, all right?” He said gesturing toward a screen that displayed the sound waves. He kneeled down so the Trumpet was right next to the limestone block and started to play… badly. His student tried to follow his directions but they were having trouble doing so while containing their laughter.

A sound of someone clearing their throat drew everybody’s attention to the door on the side of the room. There stood two men both with white skin, short buzz cut black hair and one with sunglasses, both in black suits. Spike raised an eyebrow at the pair.

“Dr. Spike Dragnus?” The one without sunglasses asked.

“Maybe.” Spike answered with a bit of snark. He wasn’t the one to like people disrupting his class unless it was him. The guy didn’t react and just kept the extreme neutral expression on his face.

“Yes or no, sir?” He tried again.

“Uh, the first one.” Spike said. He was quite confused as to why these men were here. He got half of his answer when the guy without glasses pulled a folding badge from his pocket and presented it to him to view. Spike swallowed a small lump that formed in his throat when he read Department of Homeland Security next to the Golden eagle.

“Please come with us sir.” The guy said gesturing with his arm for Spike to follow. Spike did after he dismissed his class and told his assistants to head back to the office. He grabbed his coat and started putting it on as he and the two agents ushered him out the front door of the University.

“Guys, wh-what’s going on?” He asked, stuttering slightly in nervousness as he struggled to get his jacket on correctly as they walked.

“We don’t know sir.” The non glasses guy answered in a matter of fact tone.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Spike asked still struggling to get his arm into the jacket.

“Your security clearance is higher than ours.”

“I have security clearance?” Spike asked incredulously. The man nodded in confirmation.

“We’re just here to bring you to your jet.” He said like Spike should already know. Spike tripped slightly but caught himself before he could fall.

“I have a jet?”

UNKNOWN AMOUNT OF TIME LATTER: CANTERLOT- CAPITAL OF THE UNITED STATES OF EQUESTRIA

The black car containing one Spike Dragnus pulled into the underground parking lot of a nondescript building in Canterlot. Getting out Spike was herded toward a ramp that ended in gate which was flanked by soldiers with guns. Needles to say Spike was a bit nervous. One of the agents flashed his badge, as well as him showing them his visitors pass and the guards open the gate. After passing through Spike could here some one cursing and a loud repeating thud echoing down the hall.

As he got closer his eyes widened and he smiled as he recognised the voice. His eyes set upon a single man, dressed in a simple blue suit with red sneakers and a head of spiky chocolate brown hair. His smile widened and a small laugh escaped him as he saw his good friend, Turner “Time” Hooves, beating up a vending machine.

“Bloody thing! I’ll show it not to take my money and not give me a drink.” The man growled as he struck the machine again.

“Hey, Turner.” Spike called but Turner was to focused on beating the machine up. Spike laughed again at his friends anger.

“Turner.” he called a little louder and finally got the mans attention. Dr. Turner Hooves, turned his head and locked his blue eyes onto Spikes green ones and surprised happy grin split his face. He gave spike a mock angry glare.

“It’s about time. You’re always late.” He said but couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he pulled Spike into a hug as the duo laughed. The two agents rolled their eyes slightly.

“Let’s keep moving gentlemen.” One said as he ushered the laughing and talking guys along.

“What am I doing here?” Turner asked Spike,

“They wouldn’t brief me until you got here. You know, there are biochemists everywhere, military. I hate them.” Turner continued his light hearted rant, Spike was just content to listen to the older man talk. The two started in on their usually tease each other spiel like they normally do when they meet.

“When are you going to meet a nice girl and bring her for dinner?” Turner asked him with a mischievous smirk on his face. Spike took the rib good naturedly and smiled back.

“I’m married to my work Turner, you know that.” he replied only to have Turner smirk wider.

“So am I… Which makes my wife my mistress…” Turner replied before leaning in conspiracy style and whispering.

“That’s why I’m still in love with her.” They both chuckled and were so engrossed in their conversation they didn’t notice the agents had stopped following them or that they had passed through a pair of double doors into a large room. The room hand vehicles and pieces of equipment lining the walls but the bulk of the room was filled with covered tables.

“I heard you guys moved to prance, man Turner, You were always the romantic.” Spike said shaking his head. Turner scoffed slightly.

“I love my wife.” He said firmly. Spike just smiled at him

“Yeah, I love your wife, too.” he said before his brain could stop him and he rushed to try and fix his verbal mistake. As he sputtered with his words Turner just laughed lightly.

“I know.” he said wiggling his eyebrows at Spike making the already fluster man want to bang his head off the wall.

“But I don’t love your wife. You know what I mean.” He crossed his arms and pouted slightly. Turner scratched another notch in his mental scoreboard under his name.

“You don’t love her the same way, you know.” Turner said. Spike sighed slightly.

“You’re a prench citizen now… it’s the Prench, I think it’s the cheese.” Turner laugh loudly at that as he and Spike came to a stop near the center of the room. Spike leaned onto one of the tables causing part of its contents to slip out from under the cloth. Turners face went white as a sheet and pointed at the human arm hanging from the table.

Spike looked down and jumped away with a yelp as they both really took in their surrounding for the first time and seeing all the tables around them.

“Whoa, wait. These are bodies.” Spike said as his head darted around.

“I think we’re in the wrong place here.” Turner said and Spike agreed with him.

“No. If you were in the wrong place, you would’ve already been shot.” A man’s voice echoed slightly in the room and drawing Spike and Turner’s attention to a military officer approaching them. He had silver eyes, blue skin and his white hair was non existent on the top of his head. He had three stars on his shoulders and dozens of pins and medals on the left breast of his dress blues jacket.

Turner smiled ruefully but greeted the man warmly.

“That’s a hell of a greeting.” He said and held out his hand and both men shook.

“Turner. Always a pleasure.” the three star general greated.

“Same here Cross.” Turner replied before turning and introducing Spike.

“Dr. Dragnus.” He said and Spike offered his had which the general shook.

“I know. Cross Sword.” he offered his name in return and Spike nodded in acknowledgement. After the meet and greet was done Cross clasped his hands behind his back and looked both men in the eyes before speaking.

“Gentlemen, you do realize that everything here is totally classified, okay?” Getting both scientists to know their heads. General Cross motioned for them to follow as he slowly walked down one of the rows of tables.

“At ten thirty am, local time, thirty two civilians, all within a ten block radius… died.” He stopped and turned to face the two scientists following him.

“They didn’t get sick first. They simple hit the ground dead.” He stated. Both Spike and Turner frowned in thought as they puzzled over this information.

“Nerve agent?” Turner asked but Cros shook his head.

“Our first guess. No.”

“They all dies at the same time?” Spike asked as his mind was firing off dozens of ideas a second.

“As far as we can tell, to the second.” Cross said.

“This hits CNN in one hour. I need a reason.” He said. Spike crossed his arms in thought and Turner scratched his head.

“Is there a variation is sex, age body type?” Turner asked. The general was about to answer when Spike cut in.

“They all had Pacemakers.” He said matter of fact like. Turner looked at Spike like he grew a second head. The General however, looked impressed.

“Under a minute. Your reputation is well deserved.” He said as he reached up and pulled down the cover of one of the tables, both Turner and Spike grimaced at the sight of the body of a man with the clear straight line scar on the chest.

“How did you guess? Without any clues from the victims?” Cross asked. Spike did his best to look anywhere but the body but morbid curiosity won out.

"No, that’s… Turner and I are the clues.” Spike said and saw the General’s look asking him to explain.

“I mean, he specializes in high energy weapons. I do Geo-magnetics. So calling us means you suspect an electromagnetic pulse weapon.” Spike explained getting the General to nod and pulled the cloth back over the body.

“If these are the only fatalities, they must be people susceptible to… Electronic interference.” Spike finished and Turner just shook his head.

“QED. Pacemaker… You’re spooky sometime, eh?” He said getting a look from spike. The General pulled them, both back into the conversation.

“Now I need to know, did some sort of weapon kill these people?” he asked getting Spike to shake his head.

“The power that you would need to create an EM pulse strong enough...I mean that’s… That’s not a weapon that I’ve ever heard of.” Spike said and Turner agreed. The general sighed in relief and his shoulders relaxed a bit.

“Okay. We’re done.” he said as he started to walk away. Spike wasn’t so convince though.

“We’re not done sir. There’s nothing on the other side of the equal sign.” He tried to get the general attention back.

“I agree with Spike.” Turner said but the general just kept walking.

“Thank you. Our greatest concern was this may have been an act of war, but since it’s not, I think we can all breathe a little easier, can’t we?” He said as he left and Turner rushed after him to try to convince him otherwise. Spike just ran his hands through his hair and spun in a slow circle, looking at all the table around him. One thought attacked his mind like a rabid dog.

“What the hell caused this?”

Author's Note

Here's my first chapter of Destiny. I got this idea when i was watching through my movie collection and... You know, I just started writing. Let me know what you all think in the comments bellow. And remember... Evil, always finds a way.