"... I only went there when I was given a chance to analyze the wreckage of the alien vessels," Weller responded. "I wrote one of the first papers on their technology." This... this was bizarre. He felt cornered. Trapped. How did this man know he was Numbered?

"... This has to be about more than Locke City, doesn't it? I mean. I don't even live there. You seem to be under the impression I can do something... special. I'm just a scientist."

Because not even the other Numbered knew about Weller's super speed yet.