After locking Stryker in the room Gregory turned to Sarah.
He then lifted her up into his arms in a princess carry.
"Wah!" She yelled in surprise. "What are doing?!" Sarah asked.
"It's obvious your injured and I wouldn't like to remain in this place any longer than I have to now so hold on tight and enjoy the ride. Since you have just boarded the Sentinel Express." Gregory explained.
He then started running.
Sarah immediately wrapping her arms around his neck when he did. Lest she slip and fall off.
Since Gregory was going at least 40 mph.
His running speed allowing him and Sarah to exit the base in no time.
Once he did Gregory whispered to Athena. "Do it."
As soon as he did his AI companion triggered the Alkali bases self-destruct sequence.
Five minutes after she did several walls in the base blew apart, due to the explosives inside of them, allowing the water from the lake to rush in and begin to flood the entire facility.
The water even eventually beginning to flood the room Stryker was locked in.
"Help! Help! Someone, for the love of God help!" Stryker yelled savagely.
Wriggling around on the bed Gregory had tossed him on.
While water continued to deep into and flood the room.
Until eventually it reached William and began consuming him.
Leading him to experience an agozning drowning death.
The water eventually encompassing his entire body.
Putting a final end to William Stryker Jr.
(A/N: And some of you readers thought I was going to let him live. Hah! Yeah no. Only certain people will get second chances in my fic. Everyone else is dead meat)
***
"The base is gone for good Gregory." Athena informed him.
Just as he and Sarah arrived at the Excelsior.
Once they did Gregory put her down and they both entered through the rest of the plane.
Sarah's eyes going wide as she saw all the prisoners from the base present.
Along with Laura.
Though her anger flared immediately upon seeing her daughter was restrained.
Turning to Gregory Sarah prepared to speak, only for Gregory to beat her to it.
"Yes, your daughter is restrained. But it's for her protection and everyone else's. For when I met her she was being controlled and sent against me as a weapon by Stryker and his people. And although I knocked her out I couldn't guarantee she would stay docile and calm if she woke up. Thus the cuffs are a necessary measure. At least until I got you here." He quickly explained. "And from the looks of it it seems even you've had issues with your own daughter." Gregory said.
Gesturing to the cut marks on Sarah body.
His words instantly killing her anger.
"I...yes, I see your point. Sorry, it's just..."
"No, need to explain. Really." Gregory replied. "Why don't you go and take a seat with the others and we'll discuss the rest later."
"Yes." Sarah agreed.
She then went to take a seat next to Laura.
As she did Gregory headed towards the cockpit.
Only to stop when Sarah suddenly ran over to him and began hugging him. "Thank you mister. Thank you for saving us." The young parahuman spoke. Small tears of joy beginning to come out of her eyes.
"No problem kid. No problem." Gregory spoke.
Gently patting Sarah head.
Then after she had her fill of the hug and returned to her seat Gregory finally entered the cockpit and got into the pilots seat.
Jessica already waiting in the co-pilot chair.
"So, mission accomplished?" She asked.
"Mission accomplished." Gregory smuggly replied.
He then quickly got the Excelsior back in the air, on its way back to I-Island.
Now with a few extra passengers.
***
[Washington D.C., Trask Industries HQ]
Inside of his personal office the founder of Trask Industries, Bolivar Trask, sat in utter silence.
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The only other person in the room, his accquiantance, Robert Kelly doing the exact same thing.
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Both men simply staring at a video feed being sent to the computer screen on the wall on front of them.
Which currently was showcasing images of mutilated and bloated corpses underwater.
The location of said images coming from William Stryker Alkali Lake base.
Which both Kelly and Trask had been secretly funding for several years now.
Working with Stryker to rid the world of the Mutant epidemic.
Yet last week Stryker had missed his check-in and both Kelly and Trask knowing the man they instantly knew something was wrong.
So with that Bolivar quickly assembled a team to go and investigate the matter, and now he and Kelly were seeing the results in real time.
"Dead. There all dead." Kelly spoke. Finally breaking the silence that has been permeating the office for the past five minutes. "What the fuck happened Bolivar? What the fucked happened?!"
"Kelly, calm yourself!" Bolivar shouted back. "Remember, I am just as much in the dark about this as you."
"Yes. You're right. Sorry. It's just...this is crazy. I mean who could do this to Stryker and his men and get away with it?" Kelly asked. A look of realization passing over his face. "Oh god Stryker. Do you think he's..."
"We don't know at this point. For all we know he could be alive and in hiding. So let's remain calm and continue assessing the situation before we make any moves." Bolivar spoke.
"Yes, yes, your right. Cool heads are needed at the moment. Though it wouldn't hurt to begin taking precautions, especially if Styker was compromised."
"You took the words right out of my mouth." Bolivar replied.
Though what was left unsaid by either men was that the images they were seeing and the implications of it put immense fear into the both of them.
Which is exactly what they should be feeling.
Too bad nothing would truly come of it.
Save for making their future ends all the more agonizing.