Chapter 6 - The Man Behind The Scenes

At the downtown LA police headquarters Johnson and Cena, along with several eyewitnesses, were giving their stories about what happened. Some eyewitnesses had footage of what occurred on the phones as they were filming my matches. Reviewing the footage the police concluded that I was in no way to blame for what happened. Early reports suggested I purposefully allow him to destroy the pillar, but footage told a different story.

"Is he going to be in trouble?", Cena asked.

"No, the District Attorney said he won't be charged with anything. After putting his life on line to save everyone it would be political suicide to charge him with anything. Not only that what happened to the pillar wasn't his fault, he was only distracting Night Monkey so civilians could flee.", the Dog Headed Chief said, "The governor and mayor said not to pursue, but Night Monkey. That kid did good, Night Monkey is alive and able to answer questions. Now then, any idea where he got this stuff from?"

Placing the vial they found in his locker, they shook their heads.

"No, before we are allowed to put our wrestling suits on they drug test us.", Johnson said, "No one else came in that locker room, I am sure of it. I was the last one out, but I wasn't watching him the whole time. A man is entitled to a bit of privacy."

"Alright, what do you know about his home life?", he asked.

"Well...he does have a wife and three kids.", Cena said, "We met them a few, they seem pretty normal to me."

"Noted, so has Night Monkey been acting differently at all?", he asked, "Say in the past few months?"

"Not really, I mean he has been working out more than usual.", Johnson said, "He had a big contract in a movie coming up next month. Bulking up was part of the contract, didn't think he was use drugs to boost his gains."

"I have men looking into it. Monkey's neighborhood isn't known for being the safest. We are checking for the possibility someone swapped his stuff.", the Chief said taking a sip of coffee, "Now more importantly...you realize all of the Heroes in that place are guilty of letting a 10 year old kid take on a drugged, enraged wrestler right? If something had happened to the boy all of you would be looking at steep fines if not jail time."

"We realize that Chief.", they said, "Thing was none of us could take his place. Honestly we have no idea how he did that. His father is a good friend, and he is only a bit stronger than us. No way the three of us could have held that up."

"So you are saying the kid has strength that exceeds yours?", he asked.

"By a wide margin.", they said, "If you look at a record of the fight, he was tossing us around like toddlers. We weren't acting, he is amazingly strong."

"Okay, well boys I am going to need your assistance to get Night Monkey to talk. He is refusing to speak about where he got the stuff though he admits it's his fault.", the Chief said, "Right now my people are analyzing his blood to see what variant he was taking."

"That going to tell us something?", they asked with a confused look, "Thought Turn Up only came in one variety?"

"Usually...but look at this.", the Chief said showing them scans of Night Monkey, "Turn Up causes you to gain muscle at the expense of weakening the muscles themselves. Usually we see users with torn up muscles yet we can't find any damage. If he had a Regenerative Quirk we could overlook it, bit he doesn't. Our lab techs think it's a modified Turn Up."

"You are kidding right? If that stuff is being sold on the streets we are going to be up shit creek.", Johnson said.

"Precisely why we need to nip this in the butt now.", the Chief said, "We need to find the source before it spreads."

Going to his interrogation cell, the two Heroes walked in to see their distraught friend. Having been told what he did he felt horrible. As an immigrant he had done a lot to help his family settle here comfortably. Coming from Europe he came to the US to give his children a good education and a chance at a more peaceful life than he had growing up. Taking a job as a Hero, he made a good living but took on another job to help make a college fund for the kids.

"Night...Jack, you understand the consequences of what happened, right?", Johnson asked.

"I do...my career is done.", he said hanging his head.

"Why were you doing drugs?", Cena asked.

"I...I can't say.", he said.

"Jack, we have been friends for several years.", Johnson said, "You can get your sentenced reduced if you just say where you got it from."

"I can't...", Jack said looking nervous.

"If it's your family's safety, we can get them into witness protection.", they said.

"Johnson...Cena...you don't understand. If I talk there isn't anything you can do to protect them. They already have my family under surveillance, if I say anything about who they are they will kill my family.", he said trying not to panic.

"Okay, can you tell us why you were using it then?", they asked.

"They needed a test bench for it. Cena, they know about my history back home. They blackmailed me into doing it, and threatened to kill my family. These people aren't the type that make empty threats. If they threaten to kill, they will follow through.", he said.

"What kind of history do you have?", they asked.

"...After the fall of the USSR, my country became free from communist rule but times were still tough. Western nations didn't come into our nation's to help because they were afraid that they would allow KGB agents to infiltrate their nations. Times were tough for my family, and I...had to take take jobs to help put food on our table with my brothers. My father was killed by the Soviet's for attempting to plan a breakout for our family. Mother was gravely ill so my brothers and I stepped into do what was needed. I don't like what I had to do, but I had to do something."

"No one is going to fault you for that.", Johnson said, "Everyone can understand that feeling."

"I did horrible, unspeakable things to make ends meet. When I had my own family, I wanted to leave that past behind and let my children have a brighter future free of my past transgressions.", he said, "I never thought my past would come back to haunt me. They told me to start testing it out for them or they'd expose me and kill my family. Johnson...my wife is a saint, she never hurt anyone. My children are good kids, they don't deserve to suffer for my faults. I did my best to hide the side effects, but when that kid threw me making me look like a fool...I lost control."

"Jack, we have to find the ones that gave you that stuff. If other people use it we could have a nightmare situation here.", Johnson said.

"Why don't we call Gramps and Smoky in?", Cena said, "They are the two best Heroes in the West Coast. Would that help?"

"Would they agree?", he asked.

"Of course we would kid.", an old man said walking into the room.

"Gramps!?", they gasped, "Who called you in!?"

"I did.", Emergency Lady said, "The three of needs some old man loving."

"Now hold on...", Cena and Johnson said.

"No waiting, taste my love idiots!!", Gramps snapped.

Changing his hands to into Tungsten Steel, he slammed them down like hammers onto their heads. Changing into stone didn't save them as they sunk into the floor. Gasping for air the two felt their whole bodies shaking from the impact.

"What kind of Heroes let's a ten year old handle a job like that!? Back in my prime we wouldn't have let him take that risk!!", Gramps snapped, "And you, I don't give a fuck about your past. You going to let those fucks hold you by the balls the rest of your life? People like that don't give a damn about honor, whose to say they still won't kill you after it's all said and done?"

"Pardon me, but who are you?", Night Monkey asked.

"I am a retired Hero, young ones call me Gramps.", he said, "Like you I am from out of the country, my old man was a hitman in the Italian Mafia."

"Oh...", Night Monkey said backing up.

"I ain't here to kill you kid, but I am here to give you some old man love!!"

Slamming his fist down on the poor guy, he found his buried in the floor.

"Gramps...he is still recovering from his withdrawals.", Emergency Lady sigh.

"Meh, if it doesn't hurt it's not love.", he laughed.

"Just what kind of family do you have...", Night Monkey groaned picking himself up.

"All my boys can change into different kinds of metal.", he said with a proud smile, "My two daughters take after their mother, and have the ability to manipulate different materials. My wife can use dirt and sand, my oldest is concrete and wood, and the youngest is glass and asphalt."

"You hit your family too?", he asked rubbing his head.

"The boys, yes.", he said, "My wife said no to the girls. I tried to once, and my wife buried me in the garden overnight. After that I didn't do it again, haha."

"You must have a screw loose.", Night Monkey groaned standing up.

"Meh, a man's got to be tough. Takes sacrifice to support a family. I heard about your past from outside the room.", Gramps said, "Listen kid, ain't no shame in doing all you could to provide for your Maw and siblings. When times are tough you do what you have to for your own. What happened over there was a political blunder on our part. We didn't step in when we should have, and people like you suffered. From what I read you have done an upstanding job raising your brats. Puff your chest out, and be proud you are raising good kids. Hell if half the parents out there followed your parenting maybe we wouldn't have so many family problems in our country."

"Your prattling again old man.", Cena said.

Bopping him over the head again, Gramps told him to kiss the floor. About that time another retired Hero named Smoky showed up. Smoking his pipe, the old man looked like a detective and would have been mistaken for one if people didn't know him.

"Seems like you haven't stopped beating the shit out of the young ones Gramps.", Smoky said.

"You're older than me damn it!", Gramps snapped.

"I ain't as cranky as you though, so deal with it.", Smoky said.

"Thanks for coming Smoky." Emergency Lady said.

"No problem, things like this require a brute force approach. I saw that kid on the news, he Thomas's boy?", Smoky asked.

"Yes", Johnson said, "Thomas called me during that recovery, and about gave himself a heart attack yelling at me."

"It's understandable, Clark's the only child Martha and him have.", Smoky said, "Now then, what we know about these fellas?"

"Monkey doesn't want to talk.", Gramps said.

"Listen kid, a lot of people are at risk right now. If we get people strung out like you around the country a lot of people are going to die.", Smoky said.

"My family though...", Night Monkey said.

"I already brought them here.", Smoky said, "They are safest here, I brought my son and daughter to make sure no one gets to them. Now talk, the longer we wait the more time they have to get away."

Still not wanting to speak, the Heroes started getting impatient. Gramps and Smoky were about to go old school on him before the Chief barged in.

"Okay Night Monkey, we got the results back. Mind telling me where the hell you got this shit from?", the Chief seethed, "Our guys have never seen this stuff, frankly their amazed your in one piece. It's quite clear that your source has contacts from Russia, now talk."

"I...I want a written agreement that if I help you my family will be taken care of!", Night Monkey said, "I know that you can't protect me, but please protect my family."

"Done!", the Chief said sliding a paper to him, "Your family and you will be given new names, identities, and moved to a secure location till this is over."

"Alright, I was forced into this by a group of men from Vulture. You may not know of them, but they are the ones that run the show behind the scenes in Latvia. They are run by former KGB officers who...who I worked for back when I lived there. Recently they opened a branch out here, and started selling that stuff. They recognized me, found where I lived, and threatened my family.", he said, "The drug is...is Soviet experimental serum called Victor 3. It was designed to be used if NATO had ever decided to attack the USSR. It never happened, and the project notes were supposedly destroyed but as you can see they remade the serum. Turn Up is only a simplified version of Victor 3."

"What does it do?", the Chief asked.

"It gives the user immense physical strength, heightens the power of a person's Quirk, and has a regenerative part too it. The downside was that troops that used it went mad after three or four doses so they only wanted it used in emergencies.", Night Monkey said, "You have to believe me, I didn't want any of this to happen."

"How far is their distribution?", Smoky asked.

"They are selling the formula...globally.", he said.

"What!?", the Chief said grabbing him by the collar, "Your saying Villains are getting their hands on this stuff?"

"The organization needed the money. I was their test subject here to show the benefits of the serum to customers.", he said hanging his head, "I know several people already bought the formula."

"Fuck...", Gramps said, "Chief if this stuff buffs Quirks we got a real problem here."

"It's only about ten percent stronger.", Night Monkey said.

"I don't care if it's one, we have villains in the US that could wipe cities off the map with that much extra power.", the Chief said, "Not only that whose to say what will happen if that improve it further. Damn it, I have to get Section 13 on this stat."

Walking out of the room the Chief started making calls. He didn't know much about Section 13, but knew that stuff like this was in their wheelhouse. Setup after the Fall of the USSR, Section 13 was a division of crime fighters directly under the UN. Their sole purpose was making sure Soviet experimental notes didn't get out. During the Cold War both sides dabbled in taboos that humanity shouldn't have ever thought of. After the Fall, the US sealed all of those secrets but the USSR didn't. Millions of research papers, and notebooks came pouring out of the secretive country causing the UN terrible headaches.

Section 13 was made to clean up these problems out of the public view. Their objective was to stop out any potentially dangerous research from seeing the light of day. These could range from methods for brainwashing subjects in a way that most telepaths couldn't detect all the way to methods for manipulating Quirks. Right now the Chief knew this was a very big problem that needed addressed immediately. Call the US branch office he was transferred to the local Section 13 team.

"This is Charles.", the man on the other side said.

"We have a situation...", the Chief said, "We have a potential Soviet serum formula that is being sold on the Black Market. It has the ability to buff Quirks."

"Send us the details, and locations.", Charles said, "Keep your source alive, and out of sight."

"We are.", he said.

"Talk to you shortly.", Charles said hanging up the phone, "Alright boys time to earn our key, we have a Code Omega in LA. Get Jason on the line, and have him start fishing the Black Market for Soviet Quirk Enhancers. I need names and places yesterday."

"On it!", a woman said.

"Smith and Jetson, this is probably in connection with that shit show at the Stadium. Get your asses down to Night Monkey's residence and start looking for clues. We are dealing with potential Soviet operatives, proceed with extreme precaution. Don't start a fight with them in that area, too many civilian casualties."

"On it.", the two men said vanishing from view.

"Lastly, David get me TSA in the line. Once we get the information from the source we need to start tracking shipments of components.", he said.

"Sending you them now.", David said.

A few seconds later he picked up his phone and started laying down the ground work. While all of this was going on I was back home preplanning my suit. Knowing that Superman's powers came Yellow Sun Radiation I wanted my suit to capture as much of it as possible and have it strengthen me. Sure I was likely the strongest person on the planet already, but I still wanted to do it. Not only that I was realizing that in an emergency situation, I didn't have the means to treat people. Storing Med Bots in me wouldn't work out well as they could only really come out my ears, nose, or mouth as they wouldn't penetrate my skin.

"So my suit needs to have a method for absorbing solar radiation, and a place to store Med Bots.", I said, "What else do I need?"

Going over my weaknesses to see if there was something I was overlooking, I realized something. Unlike like a comic book world me holding something like a plane up with just two hands would be problematic. The plane would cave in where my hands were as all that weight would be put on two small points, aka my hands. Unlike my comic book counterpart I had to worry about this happening.

"So I need some sort of field that can be projected out to spread the weight out over a larger area.", I said rubbing my chin, "It needs to be moldable to snuggly hold up whatever I was lifting. I am sure I can make the Nanotube hold the charge, but I need something to do the molding of a force field for me. AI is the best way to go, but for safety I'd have to write a completely new unrelated programming language so I didn't have people with Tech Quirks hijacking my AI. Oh boy that isn't something you do in an evening..."

I knew languages that weren't in this world which would work, the problem was making an AI that intelligent was dangerous. I saw what Ultron and Super Adaptoid did when they outsmarted their creators...I didn't want to make my own worst enemy. Mulling it over I decided to impart the three laws of robotics into the AI to ensure it didn't go rouge. The program would be designed around those so that if someone, but me took over it would default to following those rules. The only way around that would be a complete rebuild of the programming.

Plotting out how I wanted the program to function, what it needed to do, and figuring out how to integrate it into the suit I came up with a plan of attack. Dev time on something like this was two years easy. Everything had to be tested, and retested till I was confident I wouldn't have problems. If it boiled down to it I would destroy the AI, and manually take control though it would be a pain. Leaning back into my seat I looked over my list of things.

'Hmm...aren't I effectively making Kelex or Eradicator here?', I thought, 'Am I doing the right thing here?'

Weighing my options I just decided to go for it. Preparing myself for the long development, I started writing on the core code for the AI. Back in LA, Smith and Jetson arrived at Night Monkey's home. Smith was a trained intelligence operative whose Quirk allow him the ability to store items, people, and himself in shadows. The downside was the more stuff he put in the higher the physical strain it out on him.

Jetson's Quirk gave him the ability to manipulate targets senses, thoughts, and mental state. He was the go to guy to keeping the public out of areas they were running ops in. Able to use the ability just by looking at someone, he was quite the force to be reckoned with. His Quirk's fault was that someone with mental training could resist his Quirk if they focused hard enough, though people like that weren't common.

"How's it look inside?", Jetson asked.

"No signs of break in or booby traps.", Smith said from the shadows, "Let's move in, I will check the ground floor you take upstairs."

Splitting up after dropping off Jetson inside the house, Smith started looking everywhere he could. Starting under the floor boards he looked for any hidden stashes. Usually his targets kept things hidden under floor, in walls, or ceilings all places he could slip into with his Quirk. Of course he couldn't pop out of the shadow in those places, but he could pull the items in without raising suspicion. Upstairs Jetson was searching under mattresses, behind pictures, and tapping on walls looking for hallow spaces.

As the men were searching, they were also watching out for the enemy. Twenty minutes into their search a car pulled up outside the house. Peering out of the window in a way the car couldn't see him, Jetson saw four people get out. Walking towards the front door.

"We got company.", Jetson said over his earpiece.

Pulling him into the shadows, the two men waited to see who they were. While in the shadows no one outside would be able to hear them though they targets could be. Watching the leader drop her hood, she waved her hand over the lock unlocking it almost instantly. Getting into position they recorded her image the moment she stepped in as well as the others.

"Alright, make sure he didn't leave anything that can be traced to us.", she said, "Our heads are on the chopping block if we get caught."

"Yes ma'am.", she said in a foreign accent.

"Shit I know her.", Jetson said, "That's Magneta, her Quirk is Magnetism. She can move and reform metal objects within two feet of her up to three hundred pounds. Magneta has a longer rap sheet than my son's Christmas list."

"You saw the guy in the back, right?", Smith said.

"What about him?", Jetson asked.

"That motherfucker is really bad news, that was Megaton.", Smith said, "His Quirk is Radiation Manipulation, he is a living atom bomb. He can store and release massive amounts of radiation."

"What!?", Jetson gasped, "How the fuck did he get in the states?! Isn't he on MI5 and Interpool's top ten most wanted?!"

"This isn't good.", Smith said, "Get what information we can, and get the hell out. We aren't equipped to take him on."

Following them around the house one of the men was looking all over the home without moving anything. Watching him closely he really didn't appear to be doing anything at all. They were about to question what he was doing when he finally spoke up.

"Nothing in the walls, ceiling, or floor.", he reported.

"You realize it's our necks on the line.", Megaton said.

"Including my own, I guarantee nothing is hidden in any of those places. Magneta, you sure he doesn't have a safe deposit box or maybe even his wife?", he asked.

"Listen Gazer, I have gone through his history with a fine tooth comb. He has none of it, the only place he has was here or his trailer. The trailer is flat as a pancake, and nothing is here.", she retorted.

"Gazer, his a famous bank robber.", Jetson said, "His eyes can use x-rays to see through most non-metallic objects, and see in several spectrums of light along with a slight physical enhancement Quirk."

"So that's three of them, whose the fourth?", Smith said.

"Can we go already, the Lakers are on tonight and I'd like to watch my team win.", the bulkiest of them said.

"Listen Bulldozer, you not give a shit our necks are on the line?", the others snapped.

"I trust you three, if you say there is nothing then there is nothing.", Bulldozer said.

"Bulldozer, wanted for deaths of several hundred people after he snapped and took out a skyscraper four years back. His Quirk is Inertia, once he gets moving almost nothing will stop him. I have seen that fucker smack tanks out of his way when he barreled through a Russian military outpost when he was fleeing Canada. I thought the Russia's number one took him out, and put him in jail?", Jetson said.

"We will have to report this to HQ.", Smith said.

Taking a phone out of her pocket, Magneta started dial a number. Waiting for the person on the other to call she gave them an update.

"Nothing was found at the residence sir. We checked everywhere, and found nothing.", she said.

Unable to hear what the other person was saying, they got closer to listen better.

"-need to secure any samples the police have. My sources say they already analyzed the sample we gave him three days ago. You need to get it before Section 13 gets there hands on. I don't need to tell you the punishment for failure.", the man on other side said in a dark tone.

"Of course sir...we understand.", she said with a nervous look, "Getting it won't be easy sir, we will cause quite the scene. If the vial is in the Downtown Station, we are going to have to fight our way through a lot of Heroes and police."

"You saying the four of you can't handle that?", the man said.

Dropping to their knees the four of them started holding their heads like they were having a massive headache.

"No sir, I am just saying you usually ask us to be discreet.", she wheezed.

"That's why I sent Megaton in. If I need to kill a few million people I don't care.", he said, "Don't let that vial get into their hands!"

"Of course sir!", she gasped, "We will arrange it! Give us two days, and we will launch our attack!"

"Good, I expect you to give me results. If you fail me you will follow your predecessor into a very messy grave along with your loved ones.", he said.

"Yes sir...I understand...there won't be any failures!", she said looking like she wanted to cry.

"Good, now make sure no one saw you enter or leave.", he said, "Leave no trace behind for someone to follow you."

"Understood.", she said as her expression relaxed.

Ending her call the four gasped as if something had been released.

"God damnit Magneta don't do that again!!", Gazer shouted, "I don't have a death wish!!"

"Neither do we...", Bulldozer and Megaton said.

"Let's just do our job, and get the hell out of here.", she said.

Locking the door behind them the made sure no one was looking when they got back in the car. Putting a tracker on the vehicle before they drove off, the two men came out of the shadows a block away.

"Who the fuck is strong enough to scare Megaton!?", Jetson said breaking out in a sweat.

"I can name a few, and those fuckers are real scary. The type of people the boogieman looks under his bed for.", Smith said calling Charles, "Hey man we got a really big problem."

Telling him what they learned, Charles wrote it all down and told them to come back to the office. Making a call to his Russian counterpart he asked about Bulldozer, and his status. His counterpart said he should still be working in Siberia, but quickly changed his tone when he received photos he wasn't from what Smith was sending him.

"I need you to look into how the hell someone from the most secure Russian prison gets out without anyone knowing. The guy is under 24 hour surveillance, and is chained in place.", Charles said.

"No I understand.", the man name Nikola said, "I will have my man there investigate. Now what was that about Megaton being there? I thought the Korean branch caught him a few months back."

"Apparently you don't read your memos, he broke out of containment several weeks ago. Something about a system malfunction, but now we know he was broken out.", Charles said, "Listen Nikola, whose ever pull the strings is someone strong enough to make Megaton drop to his knee without being there. I am thinking it's someone with either a Gravity or Telepathic Quirk. Working a few theories here, but nothing adds up."

"I understand, I will check with my people to see if we can come up with anything here.", Nikola said, "Happy hunting."

"Same to you, and have a bottle of vodka ready for my next visit in a few months. You owe me for that incident last time.", Charles laughed.

"Sure sure.", Nikola said hanging up.

Putting his game face on, he called the Police Chief back and told him to lock down the station. He wanted it done in a way that wouldn't alert the public to what was happening. Also alerting him to a mole in his station, he brief him on the enemy knowing about the formula analysis. Saying he would make sure it got done, he went back to the interrogation room. Grabbing Night Monkey by the collar he threw him to the ground.

"You been buying from some bad enough that Section 13 is telling me to lock the station down.", he said, "Just who the hell did do?"

"I don't know what you mean, the guy that dropped it off was a regular teen boy. He'd show up every week with a new vial, and take my old one.", Night Monkey said.

"Listen here you little fucker, I know damn well why they call you Night Monkey. Don't pull no shit with me kid, I got a lot of men that are going to put their asses on the line for your ass.", the Chief snapped.

"Speaking of that, what exactly are you called Night Monkey?", Smoky and Gramps asked.

"Haha, you want to tell them?", Cena asked.

"Well...my Quirk allows me to turn into a large ape.", Night Monkey said.

"Not a fucking ape, it turns you into a fucking Bigfoot!", Johnson laughed, "Early on when he was getting settled here he worked the docks at night. Using his Quirk to help move freight around several people reported him in thinking he was a monster on several occasions. He got the name Night Monkey because he only appeared at night. Fuck the boys on the dock thought he was a sea monster, or some lost soul that died on the job."

"Come on guys, don't be dicks about this...", he sighed.

"Oh calm down...Curious George!", Cena said falling to the ground laughing.

Looking a bit depressed by that Night Monkey, sighed with defeat.

"It's almost as funny as you being called Little Shitter.", Gramps laughed causing Cena to stop laughing.

"Hey now Gramps, let's not get too-"

"The first time I gave you the Fist of Love, you shit your pants. Damn you stank after that, and then Screaming Baby there cowered in a corner pleading for me not to give him his share.", Gramps laughed.

"What!?", Night Monkey said looking at them.

"Don't listen to him!", they shouted.

"Before they became popular, and we were cruising the streets we call them Little Shitter and Screaming Baby. That was back nearly twenty years ago right as you boys were getting on the wrestling scene.", Smoky said.

"Please don't bring that up.", they groaned.

"I remember being a meter maid back then.", the Chief said, "So that's who they were talking about on the radio all the time."

"Ugh...", the two men groaned.

"Point is kid we all got to start somewhere.", Smoky said, "We earn these names, and back in our youth we had names the older guys gave us. It's tradition, once Thomas's son become an adult you'll be one of the people that gets to pick his name."

"If we live to see that day.", he sighed.

"Meh, I think it's us who has to worry about that.", Gramps laughed elbowing Smoky, "More you then me."

"Oh shut up old man.", Smoky said jabbing him back.

"So we going to need back up?", Cena asked the Chief.

"For now they don't want the public to realize what's going on. Until otherwise ordered by me, I need you all to hunker down here. I got no idea when they are expecting something to happen.", the Chief said, "I got other things to attend too, you gentlemen relax. Night Monkey you are welcome to visit your family."

"Thanks.", he said before asking for directions.

Going to speak with them, the other Heroes followed him in case anything happened. Back at my lab I was running final diagnostics on my experimental suit. After thinking about things, I decided to modify the plans again. I decided to modify a power source I designed in my teens for use making Wireless Power around the globe, an Energy Conversion Panels