Dear Ms. Emmila L. Stones

After reviewing your work with Dr. Verarni within the lab as well as your solo accomplishments, it has been decided that your proposal will be accepted. We look forward to your future accomplishments.

Congradulations Dr. Stones.

Sincerely yours,

Sylvia M. Burwell, 22nd United States Secretary of Health and Human Services

Regina M. Benjamin, 18th Surgeon General of the United States

Emmila read over the letter once again, a small smile crossing her face in victory. Ten years of hard work was finally beginning to come together. Now she was finishing up the last steps of this stage in her plans.

She was currently en route to New York City on a government owned jet, where she would be staying in an apartment until the preparations were finished. It was estimated to be a month or two until the center was ready. This gave her the perfect amount of time to fine tune a few details before the arrival of her team.

Emmila looked over the file in her hands. It had been dangerous work obtaining it, earning her more than a few new enemies. Undoubtedly her friends would be furious if they found out what she had done to get it. But that was if they remembered her. Halfway through her Bachelor's degree she had been forced to stop nearly all contact with them, only managing to sneak a few emails throughout the years. But even that had stopped three years ago.

She traced over the front picture of the file, feeling nostalgic. Everything she had done the past ten years was for one goal, and that was to protect her dear friends. But once she set all of her cards on the table, Emmila could not help but wonder if they would want anything to do with her. She would not blame them. Doctors and scientists like her were hardly the best people in the world. Their own run-ins with people like her had rarely been in their favor.

Emmila turned her attention to the small television. The channel was showing an interview from a few days ago. The Surgeon General was speaking to the cameras about the new facility being built just outside the city. Beside her was Emmila, and behind Emmila was a small group of people who would make up her team. The older woman gestured for Emmila to take over the interview.

Four brothers watched the television with mixed emotions as they watched the interview.

"My name is Doctor Emmila Stones, and the leader of this program. It is our hope and belief that with the creation of this facility and this team of experts that we will be able to create a cure for genetic diseases and replicate our findings throughout the world."

"Hey, that's really her, right?" The normally happy joker was quiet as he asked his question.

"It's definitely her alright." There was no mistaking their old friend, no matter how many years had gone by, the genius of the group had done his best to keep tabs on her.

"She really coming home? Not a word from her in how many years, and all of a sudden, she comes home without a by your leave?!" The hot headed brother ranted, his voice cracking with pain despite his apparent anger. But it was their eldest brother who was affected the most.

"Be careful. Time can change people. With what she's gotten into, who knows what her motive for coming back is."

"But this is Emmila. There's no way she's bad. Right?" None of his elder brothers could answer the question.