I was finally safe, but during my seizure, one of Johnathan’s memories was reimplemented in my mind. It was of a plane called the Seagull (SC-MR-1). Looking for the plane was a complicated task. I had to search through many files during three nights that I had to stay up till early morning to find the master code to John’s encrypted files on his old laptop that Jewel had. His old laptop was loaded with a boot loader that I had not seen since I was in college. After I had gotten through all of Johnathan’s security checks and passwords, a old system booted up that I had never really seen before. The system was an old Linux Mint 18 Sarah release.

I searched in the only place that many people would keep codes, but there was not a word pad document that had passwords. I then concluded that I would have to locate his passwords for his data another way. I searched some more and then in an obscure part of his application launcher I found a database program. There was a file named Millennium, I knew that I had found his passwords. The database was filled with multiple different files that were a jumbled mess. There were too many passwords for me to find the right one, but then I found a code, 5646. In his life, John would have been required to have a master pin code that he would use.

I suddenly knew how to find out about his life quickly.

"Cy, will you accept master pin 5646," I asked the house AI. Just then, a data sheet appeared on the screen. When I clicked Static Current, there was a code prompt, I typed in his two passwords that John used often. The background then changed to a symbol that had holographic wings and a cursive GL on it. As I looked at the design, I imported my design for my suit that I had when I was Ionizer. When I combined the suits, it seemed like the flaws in both suits were solved.

The flaws in the Static Current Suit included on-board communication device failure when charging, HUD mis-recognition, and Electro-matter Conversion failure. The flaws on the Ionizer suit included servo lag.

Once the suits were combined, the diagnostic screen showed that the flaws had been fixed by another alternate design that had somehow been implemented in the combination process. After the suit was combined the program asked for a color scheme. The coloration scheme was combination of both suits and was then adjusted to make the colors be in the same color palate.

After I hit the save button, I heard a rumbling underneath the house and then the sound of moving concrete. I ran to find the source of it and found that a wall that was  in a closet in the small south bathroom downstairs had moved and opened to a tunnel that was almost 7 ft long. At the end of the tunnel there was a small room with a medium size corner desk with four screens on it. One had a spinning GL logo like the one that had been on the computer in Johnathan's office. To my sight there were no keyboards or any mice. When I set my hands on the desk, the keyboard and mousepad appeared on it in a red and yellow laser outlines. There were two boxes that were projecting them. From these I could tell that Johnathan was into new tech and enjoyed desk space.

From what I could tell this room was merely a lab for experiments. All the walls were concrete and were stained with random burn marks. When I tapped on the laser keyboard, the spinning GL Logo disappeared. There on the screen was a login screen that said, “User in Sleep.” When I entered the password, there was a dialog box that was begging someone to do something. I clicked okay and it showed a compound. One that was unfamiliar to me. I hacked into the GPS of the remote system and the sound. On the system’s video a time-stamp appeared Synolvia CAS Cam. 1. Immediately after I saw lights in the distance. The distance of the lights were far apart and looked like they were from a airplane. A realization hit me, CAS had to do with An Aerospace Company.

After 2 hours of searching, I found a lonely under-kept looking website which had the address synolviaCAS.org. On the main page was a bright place with a metal, maybe even possibly a building that had iron siding. In front of it there was a sign that said “Synolvia Co. Air and Space.”

The next day, I had a press conference scheduled to put to rest the fears of the people that Johnathan was not still alive…

 “Mr. Bishope, Mr. Bishope! Are you sure that John Reynold’s death was not some conspiracy we were lead to believe?”

“Mr. Reynolds’s death was a shock to this city I can see, but no one else is apparently being targeted. Though his killer got away before he could be identified.”

“But, Mr. Bishope, where is this killer going? Do you think he will go for any friends of John?”

“We here at the Swan City PD have done extensive research and investigation into this matter and have found that this man who calls himself Justice is not a threat to any others related to Johnathan.

“One question a little branched away from this topic Mr. Bishope, I’m just curious: does the SCPD know anything about the whereabouts of Mr. Sylva, Co-owner of Synolvia Co.?”

“Excuse me, who?”

“Mr. Dalton Sylva, owner, builder, and pilot of the Sparrow, sir.”

“We do not have any further information except what has already been presented today, I will take no further questions.”

As you would expect there was the sound of people shouting, “Mr. Bishop,” wanting me to answer the many questions that they had. On my drive home all those questions led to more questions in my mind. There were only a few clues from the reporters that I could extract, but they were enough.

I arrived home about 6 o’clock in the evening to be met by the sweet smell of roast and mashed potatoes with green beans and bacon on the side. Jewel had neatly set the table as was her custom every night. We all sat down to pray before enjoying the delicious meal that John Jr. had cooked for mother’s day. Who taught this boy to cook so well, I marveled.

“I saw the press conference today on Channel 7 News. You don’t know who Dalton is,” asked Angie. She made it sound like I was living under some stone and looked at me like I was crazy. After taking another bite of wonderfully cooked mashed potatoes with brown gravy, I responded, “I’m sorry Angie, I don’t even know who Dalton is.”

“He is the current owner of Synolvia Co. Air and Space, which by the way is currently going in a downward spiral in funds since John’s death. Dalton always said that John was the business minded part of the Synolvia Co. Team.”

“Is there anything that could be done to revive the place, Angie?” She stared into the vast room in front of her, her mind captured in her thoughts, the look that I know that Jay would like to move his hand in front of her face. Those days were past though, seeing Jay messing around in the office with the secretary. While she was still staring, thinking. I walked up behind her and hugged her so that it startled her. She looked back at me and said, “Nathan, if you pull that stunt again, I will have to give you a longer kiss.”