Hazard had the fortune (or maybe misfortune) of having a spectacular view of the plane and surrounding island view when started it final decent. Hazard didn't have all that much experience with airplanes, but the sudden dip in its flight pattern immediately clued him in and his helmet zoomed in on the plane. Literally the instant it happened however, Samaritan was there, grabbing the nose and slowing the fall. Hazard focused his cameras on the cockpit to see that the pilots were turned to stone. Hazard started moving to the elevator.<br/><br/>"Nails, did you get that?" he asked, already out of the room.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I thought it was a myth but-"<br/><br/>"But what?" Hazard snapped.<br/><br/>"It must have been Gorgon," Nails replied quickly, "I know I said he just freezes people, but some reports have said he turns them into actual stone. But that makes no biological sense! The chemistry doesn't work or anything..."<br/><br/>"File it under magic and just deal with it. I'm going to see if I could help." Hazard commanded. He'd run into a few no-name magic users in New York that were robbing a bank, and Nails had been stubborn about accepting it. That was the only problem with smart people, they just couldn't accept that something was out of their understanding or control.<br/><br/>Just as he was getting to the elevator, P. Glory came around the corner herself, costume only partially on. Her bottom piece was on fine, but her top part was flopping around on the right side, exposing herself in the process. Hazard had to mentally force himself not to stare.<br/><br/>"What happened?" she asked harshly, not even noticing the exposure as she folded the flap over her breast, sticking it like tape. The two of them entered the elevator at the same time and pressed the button for the bottom floor.<br/><br/>"The pilots were turned to stone, the plane with the Gorgan guy is going..." Hazard started, but a sudden splashing, exploding impact interrupted him. "...down," he finished. The elevator reached the bottom floor immediately, and the two of them ran to the landing strip, barely even noticing each other.<br/><br/>They reached the already open doors and were greeted by a spectacular sight. The sun was just starting to set in the distance, the still burning wreckage of the plane could be seen several miles off the coast of the island, and the black caped hero himself was ever so gently floating in as if he hadn't a care in the world, carrying a grey cloaked figure as if he were a child.<br/><br/>"Oh Samaritan!" Princess Glory cried, her voice going from its usual tone of bitch sharp to gushy and bright in almost an instant, "you saved this poor boy from the plane crash, my hero!" She immediately went in for a fan girl sized running hug. Hazard couldn't wait to see if he'd let her.<br/><br/>Hazard on the other hand did what he always did when he met a new hero, he started sizing them up. The man int he gray cloak must have been Gorgon, but was a complete unknown with most of him covered so conservatively. His billowing cloak hid everything about him other then a fine, pointed chin. Samaritan, however, was the complete opposite. His costume hugged every curve of him, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was built powerfully, even more so then Hazard had thought he would be. Samaritan's shoulders were broad, his jaw was rigidly wide and every muscle on him seemed perfectly defined. His hair was as dark as his gloves and cape, his eyes were as piercing as any blade, and his every stance and movement spoke of power beyond that of human comprehension.<br/><br/><Is this the man?> Hazard thought to himself, <Is this the man who took my limbs?>