(7 Months after Jason Myles "accident", Indianapolis Indiana.)

The room was small, the flames radiating from Jason created weirdly shaped shadow creatures that danced along the walls.  Sitting on the other side of the thick security glass sat Hannah Myles. Ex-Wife to Jason.
Jason's voice was deep and raspy, his breathing ever so deep and heavy. "I want to see him."  Jason growled looking off into nothing. "He deserves his Father!"
The microphone crackled with the tender breathes from Hannah. Her slender hands brush a lock of her Jet Black hair from her face. "Jason, we've gone over this." She pauses for a moment to collect her thoughts. "How are you ever going to be a Father?  You can't even touch him." She huffs. "You can't even be in the same room as Kevin.  We both agreed that it'd be best for him, for us to just move on, besides We just had your funeral last month."  She juts her arm out as if to show Jason something. "He needs to work through that!"

She drops her hands into her lap.  "I'm done, I can't do this anymore. Besides, Gary is setting up to adopt Kevin." She wipes a tear from her soft face. "That's why I'm here, I thought you should hear it from me."

(More to come....)

The echo of the steel chair pushing against the metal floor tears into Jason as he watches his former wife stand, her soft thin hand slides down the security glass. "Times up Ma'am." A gruff voice from an even gruffer Security Officer says as the door to her room opens.  Steam filled Jason's chamber as the heat from his flames increased. What little moisture was in the air was sizzled off from his extreme heat. 
"Jason....Come now Jason, You need to calm down.  Do you want another shot?" A females voice echoed over the speakers.  All Jason could do was to grit his teeth. "I NEED OUT OF HERE!!!"  Then a soft hiss signaled the release of the fire suppression system.  


(7 months later. Present time):

"Are you ready!?"  The pilot's voice was hard to hear over the roar of the Chinook's engines. A fiery thumbs up was the signal to lower the ramp.  Outside the desert wind sandblasted the chopper as the ramp lowered.  The roar of Jason's supped up Harley announced his arrival. "Thanks for the ride schmucks!"  He smiled.  The sand pouring from his rear tire pelted the crew of the Chinnok in the face as he took off.  "Where is he going?  He's going the wrong way!"  The pilot took the chopper into the air in pursuit, another crew member radioed it in. "Sorry fellas, but You have to stay here.  I'm done with your little science experiment."  Jason mumbled to himself as he fired a blast setting the chopper on fire and causing it to crash.  "I'm on my own from now on."

(OOC: Just a little back story to introduce Scorch.)