Hazard's internal clock (the one that was displayed on his HUD that is) hit exactly six o clock as a pleasant voice announced that dinner was ready.<br/><br/>"Sweet, showtime." Hazard said, mostly to Nails, although it would seem as if it were to himself. He flexed his legs towards and kicked them back out, launching himself nearly a half dozen feet with little to no effort, from the bed out the door and into his front room. He landed easily, nonchalantly even, and simply walked out of the room. Only a moment later Gorgon walked in, somehow able to just know where to step already, and then came Glory.<br/><br/>Now, as much as Hazard disliked P. Glory, he had to admit she was stunning. He had never gone for the fake looking bimbos that were often in hollywood, who tried everything to keep in shape, but never really the right things. Glory, however, looked simply and naturally perfect. Hers was the kind of beauty that would have launched ships to war and men to killing themselves in ancient times, if she only had the right personality. Or even a better feel for how to manipulate people.<br/><br/>"Sheesh, didn't even bother dressing for the event huh? 'Low class' is what that is called!" She said and strode off toward the elevator.<br/><br/>"And revealing your secret identity to the entire super powered community when your parents don't have superpowers is called 'stupid." Nails said in Hazard's ear. It was true, that was the whole reason that he was still in that metal suit, and not a cloth one.<br/><br/>"Does she look as good as she smells?" Gorgon whispered, purely out of curiosity.<br/><br/>"Better." Hazard said, despite being unable to smell Glory from inside his suit, before entering the elevator.<br/><br/>A few moments of awkward silence later, the doors to the elevator opened and Hazard was nearly floored. Everything about the main hall had been changed, so much so that he was almost sure they'd hit the wrong button. Hazard had faced down beings that could decimate entire nations and laughed, but as a boy from the Suburbs of New York, the sight before him was almost intimidating.<br/><br/>"See, what did I tell you boys?" P. Glory demanded, before adding an exasperated "Amateurs!"<br/><br/>Hazard didn't want to tell her his new reason for not wearing a nice suit. Because the servers wearing duds nicer then anything Hazard had ever owned in his entire LIFE.<br/><br/>"What does it look like? What is she talking about?" Gorgon asked quietly. Hazard hadn't even considered the fact that his friend didn't even know to be intimidated.<br/><br/>"Well..." Hazard said, trying to find words for it. "Let's just say they fancied the place up a bit, alright?"<br/><br/>"How did they-" Gorgon started to ask, but then Samaritan came in with his speech.<br/><br/>As each hero came on stage, Nails brought up profiles on each one and summarized them for Hazard.<br/><br/>"Ruby Mist, can reduce her body density to faze through walls, evaporate and re-form, or even fly, but the real kicker is when she increases it, making her super strong and nigh on invulnerable. Her major sin is Lust. Can't seem to marry enough men. In the middle of her fifth deforce now. She still keeps her civilian name a secret, but supposedly the H.O.L and government know. Age, approximately 30 to 35, but she'll tell you 23.<br/><br/>"Q, a total enigma. No one knows his background, real face, or even what his real voice sounds like. Hell, we're not even entirely sure that he's not a chick in a really well done muscle suit. His white detective outfit is bullet proof, down to the brimmed hat. He carries a gun, is known as a good martial artists, and can sneak in and out of anything. Houdini had nothin' on this guy. His sin is unknown, as he's only seen when he wants to be. It MIGHT be envy though, as he allegedly 'couldn't' save his fare more popular partner Answer during an altercation with The King of Clubs. Age unknown.<br/><br/>"Black Mamba and Rattler, magic powerhouses and speedsters. both of them can run nearly two hundred miles and hour and can lift cement trucks with relative ease. Supposedly Father and Son, they have some Native American Blood that supposedly is the, ugh, 'magical' cause of their powers. They're identity is known by H.O.L as well, but not revealed as of yet to anyone else. They're sin would probably be greed, they've been payed off to be spokes persons for everything from Aging Cream to zoosk. Age 45 and 22"<br/><br/>The Iron Agent. Oldest member of the team, but not the leader, he's been declining in popularity and is little more then the tech support and the guy that drives the jet when he's needed. Tech based suit supposedly links into his brain directly without any sort of software, making him un-hackable. His suits ability to hack into technology is valuable however, and he supposedly single handedly stopped The Nanoman by linking his brain right into the hive mind of the nano bot swarm. uses deadly force, but less often then any of the others. He revealed his own identity to the world as Marcus Jackson, the father of all mech-limb technology. "<br/><br/>Nails paused for a moment, skipping over the part where Iron Agent was accused of hacking into and spying on the entire world's communications at the urging of Q. Hazard wouldn't admit it, but he was just as huge of a fan of Iron Agent as his father, and wouldn't hear anything of it. He ended the profile with a simple "Age, 55."<br/><br/>"Lastly, Ink. This one's a real crazy. His suit is a liquid steel that he can manipulate at will, forming shapes such as weapons, barriers, and even small to mid sized vehicles, all of which is supposedly 'magic.' He also has enhanced his own strength with, ugh, 'magic,' as well as his speed and agility. This, combined with his martial arts training, makes him peerless in single combat. He also handles any of the supposedly mystic confrontations as their expert and even owns his own company that trains specifically 'magic' heroes as a partner with H.O.L. He revealed his identity to be non other then that companies owner Gabriel Writer when it went public four years ago. His sin would defiantly be Wrath, the guy has been constantly accused of using excessive force with his foes, often disabling them for life rather then killing them, but he's the leading expert on the super natural, and the world has a hard time letting him stay in jail. Age 33."<br/><br/>After listening to it all in silence, rather then listen to Samaritan's speech, Hazard considered carefully. The day he'd lost his limbs, there had been a fight between the Guardians and the super villain group known as Devastation's Gambit. Almost any of these hero's could have been the one to blow up the building that damaged Hazard, and due to the blow to the head (and arms and legs, and chest, and everywhere else) Hazard couldn't remember who it was. Samaritan finished his speech and Hazard had to decide wether to take the crimson hero's advice and learn more of the craft, or focus on the mystery he really wanted to solve. And he had to make the decision fast, it was time to be seated.<br/><br/>Before he could offer his hand to Gorgon, a female server grasped Gorgon's arm in a loving fashion and lead him to a very logical seat next to the ever scowling Ink. Probably the work of Miss Vader, not wanting to make the two young heroes look like an couple in the eyes of the press, who were everywhere and would have loved the idea immediately.<br/><br/>"Always worried about the press." Hazard muttered to himself looking for his own place. He finally decided on a less then likely candidate, Q. He figured H.O.L. had less dirt on him and could be trusted to be more honest.<br/><br/>"Mr. Q," Hazard asked, lifting his mask up to his nose, "Could you remember the last fight your team had against your rivals, Devastation's Gambit?"