It was early the next morning when Hazard arrived at the cities airport. Thank God it was summer time, Hazel still hadn't told his parents that he was trying to be a super hero and there was no amount of excuses to avoid school like this in his family. He was fairly sure that his father would have turned beet red from anger and his mother would have fainted. While most of the populous bought the media's positive spin on heroes in general, Hazel had tried his damnedest to expose how little most of them cared.<br/><br/>While the media was always talking about which hero couple was cheating with which Senator/Foreign Dictator/Super Villain, or which one had to go to rehab AGAIN, they were always glossing over the massive losses. Since that's what Hazel used to do, and what Hazard NOW did on the side of his super-hero-ing, his family didn't take too well to hero's in general. His father used to be a massive fan of Iron Agent, one of the original hero's to fight in '69, he despised the newer ones the same way he hated Dubstep music and rival sports teams. Hazard thought one of those hates might be mostly justified.<br/><br/>Hazard was allowed to enter the airstrip directly with his bike, actually accepted by the local authorities for the first time in his carrier, which was nice. If this was what being selected to TRY OUT for being Samaritan's side kick, he couldn't believe the kind of respect for BEING his sidekick might  bring.<br/><br/>"Hazard!, Hazard the Metal Man?" came a voice. Most people wouldn't have heard it as far away as it was, but Hazard's suit did. His HUD lit up and he immediately picked out the suit-and-tie-ed figure standing in front of a sleek, black and red jet down near a far hanger. Hazard sped forward on his bike and came to an impressive screeching halt only a few feet from the guy. He noticed with satisfaction how the guy in the suit flinched visibly as Hazard stopped at the last second. God, he loved doing that.<br/><br/>"Mr. Hazard?" he asked again just to confirm. When Hazard didn't answer, the agent guy introduced himself. "I'm Joshua Sever from H.O.L. This is the jet we're taking. I was told you want to bring your bike and suit?"<br/><br/>Hazard rolled his eyes in his helmet and nodded. The radio in his helmet crackled on as he steered his bike to ramp running into the back of the jet.<br/><br/>"What, do they think we need a baby sitter?" Nails asked exasperatedly. "It's bad enough they have to have us sign a gag order to not reveal the coordinates to their Fortress of Privacy island, but they're going to give us a nanny too?"<br/><br/>"I guess that means letting me drive the jet is out of the question." Hazard answered on a private line. His suit didn't say a thing for him.<br/><br/>"Too bad to," Nails joked, "I was going to be Brock Josephson down the street that A private jet was going to buzz his house to-"<br/><br/>Just as the door behind Hazard shut, his communication line with Nails suddenly cut off to static. No longer concerned with a private line, Hazard instinctively put a hand up to his ear and jerked his head around for a better signal.<br/><br/>"Nails, are you there? Nails? Nails!" He said to no avail.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry sir," Sever said beside him, "But we have orders that the Jet has to be completely dark the whole trip." He flinched as Hazard's shoulders visibly tensed. "I'm sorry sir, but I have orders."<br/><br/>Hazard sighed and relaxed his posture. It made a lot of sense, really. It was called his Fortress of Privacy for a reason, it had to stay PRIVATE from all the super human's and baddies that would try and mess with him while he was sleeping. Not that it would really matter though. As far as Hazard could tell, there wasn't a foe that Samaritan had fought yet that could actually physically hurt the guy.<br/><br/>"Fine," Hazard said simply, accepting his fate. He refused the drinks he was offered, preferring not to take off his helmet, and took a seat in a comfortable chair that faced both the cargo bay door and the side door, and even allowed a view of the captain's cabin if he used his side cameras on his suit. It was the perfect spot, now all he had to do was wait for the other person he was told was sharing a plane.<br/><br/>He didn't have to wait long. About five minutes of waiting later, Hazard started picking up on voices outside of the jet. There was Sever's, another male voice of some kind that kept taking about contracts and 'his client,' and both were silenced by a single feline voice. Before he could hear more, the owner of said voice unlatched the passenger door and stepped in.<br/><br/>Hazard recognized Princess Glory immediately of course, she was one of the more famous members of the old Teen Justifiers, or at least one of the few that didn't eventually get hooked on Crack and/or hookers. She also was probably the most widely lusted after super hero since Blond-shell. She had one of those gymnast body types, lean and hardened all over, with a real kind of figure that didn't look like there were as few implants as fat deposits. She had the kind of auburn flowing hair that most women killed for, or at least dyed for, and with a face as tenderly groomed as hers, the only mask she could ever effectively wear was a smile.<br/><br/>The suite was new though. The most recent one had been a red and white one piece leotard that had an eight point star cut into the chest that extended from the neck line all the way down to just above her crotch, and somehow missed her nipples on its journey left and right to her shoulders. This one however, was a whole new level of skimpy. Instead of a one piece, she had opted for something more like a bikini bottom and sports bra in black and red, with her signature star shape cut into the top, separating both sides entirely. Hazard wasn't a math kind of guy, but he was sure there was a nerdy little scientist somewhere trying to figure out the physics behind how her costume stayed on. Hazard would have put his money on double sided tape. Every time.<br/><br/>She came into the room as unabashed and as bold as anything only to pause when she saw Hazard in the corner.<br/><br/>"Oh how sweet," she said in the nicest fake voice Hazard had ever heard, "they hired a body guard."<br/><br/>"Body guard?" Hazard questioned.<br/><br/>"Oh don't worry hun, I'm sure you're all big and strong under that fancy metal suit, but I won't be needing your services," she said dismissivly with a huge smile. "You may leave."<br/><br/>"Like hell I am," Hazard said cooly. "I'm here to try out to be Samaritan's side kick." He had already figured out that they hadn't told her something important, and knew that he was pushing buttons, but the little part of him that loved a challenge couldn't help himself.<br/><br/>"Try outs?" she said, confused. "You?! They're putting me and YOU in the same league? We're both trying out for the same place?!"<br/><br/>Her outrage built noticeably the more it sunk in, and Hazard loved it.<br/><br/>"Yep, with all seven months of experience under my belt too."<br/><br/>That was the straw the broke the proverbial camel's back.<br/><br/>"SEVEN MONTHS?!!!?!?" She yelled, absolutely loosing it. "This is an outrage! I have been an asset to humanity for five years now and I will NOT be put up next to a rookie BOY, who barely knows how to put his own suit on strait he's so new!"<br/><br/>Hazard saw Sever inch his way inside as Princess Glory ranted. Normally her insults would have pissed Hazard off, but since he already had the upper hand and had instigated them in the first place, it only ended up amusing him. He had to try and stifle a chuckle, only to realize that placing his hand over his helmet wouldn't help. Glory stopped dead at the laugh.<br/><br/>"That's it, I'm calling my lawyer." She said, putting her finger to her ear to use the micro phone she probably had hidden there. God knew there wasn't anywhere ELSE to hide something on her, with what she was wearing. When the communicator didn't work, she turned to open the passenger door. Just before she did however, the engines kicked on much faster then any plane Hazard had ever been on, and the jet started moving.<br/><br/>"Too late now," he said immediately. "Sure, you could jump ship, but I'll be sure to tell them you didn't chicken out at all. Promise."<br/><br/>He knew he probably shouldn't have antagonized someone as well liked and powerful as P. Glory, but that was just how he lived. When he found an opportunity, he grabbed it. She gave him the evilest stink eye she could make before sitting down with a feminine huff and an upturned nose. She ordered a drink and tried her hardest to ignore the steely man in the corner. Hazard smirked in his helmet and settled in. It was going to be a long flight.