Ezra had only closed his eyes for a few seconds, or so he had thought. At some point he must have dozed off, something that wasn’t all that uncommon for him. Evildoers and bad guys didn’t exactly schedule their schemes at his convenience or work only during a set number of hours. No, Ezra had to be ready to go at any time, be it in the middle of a big corporate meeting, or in the middle of the night.<br/><br/>Sometimes he was lucky and the call came when he wasn’t in the middle of something, letting him change into the suit and go save the day without a hitch. Other times the man was had spent the better part of the night enjoying a party, maybe had one or two too many drinks, and on occasion had a pretty lady on one arm when he was forced to play the role of hero again. It was moments like this where the billionaire wished he had never gotten the damn powers, but then he realized how much more boring his life would have been and it all doesn’t seem too bad anymore.<br/><br/>Waking with a start, Ezra leaned forward to look out the front window.<br/><br/>“What’s going on?” He asked, noticing a lineup of cars blocking practically the entire street.<br/><br/>“I believe an accident.” Monty answered, almost bored as his fingers drummed on the steering wheel.<br/><br/>“Natural or villain?” Ezra asked, not really wanting to know the answer as his phone went off. Pulling the device from his pocket, he didn’t recognize the number, choosing to let it go to voicemail rather than answer it and end up either a) on the line with some agent whom he would need to redirect to someone else in the firm, b) with some chick he had hooked up with at some point, or c) some creepy voice manipulated psycho causing chaos in the downtown and calling to mock him. All three options seemed equally unappealing.<br/><br/>Tossing the phone onto the seat next to him as the call went through to voicemail, Ezra glanced out the window. It wasn’t the ritzy part of the city he was used to. Instead the streets were lined with small convenience stores and other seedy looking places, greasy pizzerias, dirty sidewalks, and probably a million other problems just below the surface of it all. He hoped the traffic would clear soon so they could get out of here. Despite the windows being bulletproof, there was no telling what might happen in a world where superheroes and villains were a reality.