<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Heiro - The Hype</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn181/Johnathan_Jamard_Collier/terry_zpscz6kj1pl.png)</div><br/>Heiro was walking out of an icecream shop holding a bowl of caramel-drizzled vanilla and peanut butter icecream, enjoying one of his rare days off and away from the tower, when explosions rocked the city and made him drop the heaping spoonful of the frosty deliciousness that he'd been raising to his eager lips onto the pavement. The icecream he'd been waiting on for a week, inches away from his lips...and now someone had the nerve to ruin his day by blowing something up. He briefly considered just ignoring it, but that kind of crap didn't fly when you were the self-proclaimed fearless leader of a superhero team. So, Terry defiantly ate one spoonful of his icecream before tossing the rest into a nearby trash bin and taking off running toward the sound of the nearest explosion, swearing and pulling off his street clothes whilst stuffing them into his backpack the whole way, a faint greenish glow encompassing him as he first ran and then leapt through chicago's streets and toward the bank, slowing down only a moment to chuck his backpack into an alley as he passed and then skidding to a stop when he rounded a corner and saw the black-armored crooks tossing bags of money that he could only assume did not belong to them into the back of a van.<br/><br/>"Drop the money and put your hands up, or i'm gonna punch you assholes so hard your children'll be born bruised!"