The moment the plane dropped it's doors, Hazard's signal came back on.<br/><br/>"Haz, Haz! You there?" Nails asked, his voice suddenly going from static to clear as day as Hazard exited the plane. "God, I was freakin' out over here! What happened?"<br/><br/>"Nothing," Hazard said on a private line, "They just needed the whole thing blacked out while we traveled or something. Actually, I'm surprised you can reach me now on the island."<br/><br/>"Yeah, well it wasn't easy." Nails huffed. "Had to scramble around for hours before they finally sent me some access codes to the island's guest server, which worries me. They could cut me off in a second, and forget about hiding data up here, they can see everything I'm doing wether I like it or not. To be honest, if they weren't the good guys, I'd be worried that they'd hack you in a second, find out everything about you and me."<br/><br/>"They can do that?" Hazard asked testily. At the moment everyone was all eyes on Princes G. making a fool out of herself, but Hazard rather not be caught with a limb or four down any time soon. "I thought your hardware was completely original, totally un-compatible with everything?"<br/><br/>"Yes, the HARDWARE is," Nails explained, "but the software's still made up of ones and zeros, my friend. I can't make you a completely new number system just for the software, it doesn't work like that. As far as they are concerned, you're running on standard mecha-limb 2.0 software. You're just lucky I haven't digitized the designs for the limbs yet or they could just make another one of you."<br/><br/>"Well..." Hazard reasoned. He noticed Glory and the business women who introduced them to the island were done talking and decided to cut it short. "Just figure something out before they notice."<br/><br/>"But how am I...?" Nails started, but Hazard cut the line as the business women asked what name he preferred.<br/><br/>"Ah yes, that." He said, slightly embarrassed. "I was using the one name for a while before I realized that it didn't quite have the symbology I wanted as a hero. So when I went to get officially registered, I went with The Titanium Titan. My tech and publicity specialist suggested it. I really should use the new one more often." What he didn't mention was that Hazard was really his internet posting name and he never thought to change it until he was shown how easy it was to connect that to his real name. He still often forgot things like that.<br/><br/>Then the lady started to brief them (or at least that's what Hazard thought that was what you'd call it) bout the third candidate and his special conditions. As soon as they used the name Gorgon, Nail's voice popped back up.<br/><br/>"Gorgon, unknown precise age, but I'd peg him around twenty, give or take. His a psychic that can freeze a man by simply looking at them, but it has to be direct eye contact, so your helmet and the cam's should help with that.  It even works via reflections, hence them talking about removing mirrors, otherwise he could paralyze someone he didn't mean to, or even himself. He also has martial arts training, so don't think he's a pushover just 'cus of your suit. They guy punched through a cement wall once."<br/><br/>"Oooh, a cement wall!" Hazard said in a sarcastically impressed voice, but didn't say anything farther. Then the lady gave him a can of something that she said wouldn't mess with his suit.<br/><br/>"You got anything on this?" Hazard asked, rotating the bottle until the chemical formula was visible on the side.<br/><br/>"Meh, just vinal sticker spray, nothing fancy. It really should work like they said, but just because it's on the bottle doesn't mean that's what it is..."<br/><br/>Making his decision, Hazard simply uncapped the can and started spraying. Before they even reached the building he was lacquered up and completely un-reflective. Just running his fingers over the suit, Hazard could tell it was going to be hell cleaning the stuff of, but if it was going to help the other guy deal with his disability, Hazard wasn't about to complain.<br/><br/>The main enterence was probably the most impressive building Hazard had ever been in. It outclassed Grand Centeral Station, it outclassed any monument in DC he visited that one time on family vacation. Hell, Hazard had never been to Italy, but he was fairly sure that this place out classed the Sistine Chapel too. The painting was particularly amazing, the only shame being the way most of the people in it had some sort of dirt that sullied their reputation.<br/><br/><Supposedly clean, gay lover #1, supposedly clean, child molester, heroin addict, gay lover #2.> Hazard thought to himself as he went down the line. It was no mistake, they were great heroes, beyond what the modern hero ever was, but they all had something, either rumored on the side of The Samaritan's parents, or proven for everyone else, that had sullied their once great name. That was probably why Hazard's dad loved little guys from the time period like the Iron Agent so much, they were so small that no one even cared about any of their problems, so they stayed like gods.<br/><br/>The kitchen was to die for, a view of the library made Nails audibly sigh with longing, the gym did the same to Hazard, and the rooms were amazing to say the least. And right below the big guy himself. Hazard immediately wondered if Samaritan even rolled in his sleep and broke through the floor. Hazard almost did exactly that when he fell asleep in his suit once without collapsing it. It was only pure luck that the suit's automatic time out saved him at the last second, but that was probably a rookie thing.<br/><br/>As soon as the business lady (she still hadn't told them her name) left, P. Glory huffed and turned on Hazard. It almost made him laugh.<br/><br/>"But think of how much fun it would be if you were a FRIENDLY bitch to me?" he called after her as she left. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as she left. She was as arrogant as he was, with a superiority complex to boot. Hazard had spent a good solid portion of his life as arrogant as her, having grown up with more human abilities, but still more then most around him. It wasn't until his year long recovery that he realized what it was like to be weak, to be the other guy. If he had an origin story, some dark thing in his past that made him who he was, it was probably that. Suddenly he wasn't so mean to the scrawny kids at school, 'cus he knew they had to go through a lot of shit for something they couldn't control. Suddenly, he was standing up for others because he knew he had the ability to do so, the same way Nails had possessed the ability to make Hazard whole again, and so much more. It was a shame that so few heroes had a back story like that.<br/><br/>Hazard went to his own suit and scanned for cameras immediately. He wasn't surprised to find some; a place like this had to make sure its guests didn't walk off with things like the sofa, or the gold cups. However, even with the cameras, Hazard NEEDED to lit his helmet up for a drink. He mentally flexed the right places and brought his helmet only partially off, uncovering his jaw and face up to his nose. He hoped that wouldn't be too much as he grabbed a bottle of high end filtered spring water from the fridge and cooled off for a moment until the new guy got there...