Two days ago.
Ross Ice Shelf, Antarctica.
After Daniel was done meeting the old geezers, he flew out of the facility to the secret base of the BEM.
"You must be Mr. Daniel?" A man dressed in black office attire asked as he stretched out his hand for a handshake.
"I am," Daniel replied as he returned the handshake.
Even though his pride made him feel like he owned the world and it boosted his arrogance, he knew better than to act on it.
He knew that he was right in the headquarters of the agency that documents Phenomenals in the country. Just that knowledge alone was enough to keep him in check, as he didn't know just how many Phenomenals were in the base.
Also, he knew he couldn't do anything, as he didn't know just how strong he was against other Phenomenals.
Actually, the thought didn't occur to him. As of now, he planned to lay low and accomplish the plans he had crafted out in his head, his plan to rule the world.
