"You're a wild card, Phoenix." A rough voice from a muscular but obscured shape on a monitor spoke to the red-hazelnut haired and golden eyed young man. As the man on the television continued to speak, he instructed Jeremiah and two other vigilantes while they stood in the middle of the dark and featureless room. "We all know trusting you won't be easy, but after recent incidents, it seems it's time to spend a little money on some hired help." This gravely voice continued before a picture of a number of UA Students appeared on the screen. Initially, Jeremiah's golden eyes were narrowed and the monitor's glow on his face showed his growing frown. He'd wonder what any of this had to do with hero-hopefuls and the youth of UA, and his gut started to turn as he didn't trust this contractor anymore than they trusted him. There were those who trusted these so-called paperless 'heroes', and while it was easy to see this Phoenix persona of his as one of them, he's largely been open to interpretation for these types. Sure, it was easy to write him off as nothing more than a thief, a villain for hire, and compared to those who just want to help it was even easier to see them as more heroic than himself. But at least he wasn't too hard to figure out. There wasn't many others like himself, while these vigilante types were practically surrounded by each other. Bad apples could be hidden by so many well-intentioned vigilantes.<br/><br/>"We've been thinking an awful lot about recruitment, but we haven't had the right leader for this little squad if they got into any serious trouble." The man continued, referring to the duo that stood on each side of the Phoenix now. And while the recruitment line could easily be referring to Jeremiah now, there was some reasonable concern about the picture beside this man's face now. "What would those two do if they were stuck out in the woods or on mountains confronting Villains or running from Heroes? I can barely trust them to use their quirks for minimal property damage and to not suck the life out of those they're trying to rescue! But... With you, Phoenix..."<br/><br/>"What does this have to do with those students!?" The patience ran dry for Jeremiah as he almost growled and his usual big smile was overcome with a taste of ferocity.<br/><br/>"You're going to help these two setup shop at a more convenient location, and the next time our bright and hopeful future heroes find themselves in any trouble whatsoever, I'll be relying on you to get these two into a little limelight." The rough voice was entirely unaffected by his tone, which was mildly unsettling as it was assumed that the figure on the monitor was just the brains behind the operation.<br/><br/>"Publicity?" Jeremiah's smile slowly returned. "You want me to turn around my public image? Steal a little wind from behind those long capes?" And to this, the man on the monitor leaned forward to reveal a wicked grin across his large mug. "A deal is a deal." Jeremiah concluded as he fully relaxed into the idea, figuring he wasn't going to be pushed into directly trying to recruit any of the students.