<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>The Liberators</em> Vol. 3 #0</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em><strong>The Mantel is Resumed</strong></em></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>The Rooftop of the Freedom Building</strong><br/><strong>0230 Friday 30 Jaunary 2009</strong><br/><strong>Freedom City, Maryland, United States of America</strong> </span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>Patriot</em> III</strong> (Nathaniel Hale Spaight III) <br/><strong><em>Freedom Eagle</em> II</strong> (Cassidy Chulainn O'Connor)</div><br/>The man who has become known as the third<em>Patriot</em>was fighting against one of the meta-human operatives of the terrorist organization that has been known as<em>SHADOW</em>. The operative was known as the neo-Nazi meta-human<em>Reichsmarck</em>, whose body had become living metal. Giving him super-strength that allowed him to throw around 80 tons as if it was nothing, and it also made him all but invuleranable. Reichsmarck had backhanded slapped the<em>Patriot</em>with enough strength that sent him off the rooftop in a high arch, he didn't even scream as he realized he was about to faceplant himself into the aspalt almost sixty stories below.<br/><br/>'Oh this is going to hurt,' he thought as he realized his prediciment, and while his body would always regenerate from his injuries as good as new.. It ALWAYS hurt.<br/><br/>"OOOhhhhh CRRrrraaapppppp!" he yelled as he started to plummett to the ground below, but something snatched him right out of the air. It was a woman wearing a red-white-blue outfit with a white and gold helment and large eagle wings. His fear of heights overwelhemed him, causing him to bury his face in her breasts as he latched on to her. "Thank God!" he exclaimed as he looked up from her breasts at her as he tried to pull himself up but instead caused her to loose her grip on his body. "I hate heights..." he gasped as he slipped down to her abdomen, catching his mask on the red-white-blue barbell she wore in her navel piercing, ripping it open. Allowing her to see his face and revealing to her his identity as Nathaniel Hale Spaight III, one of the most eligible multi-billionarie bachelors in Freedom City. "Shit!" he exclaimed as he slipped again, this time burying his face into her crotch. He buried her face into her crotch as he held on for dear life and almost tried to crawl into her to keep from seeing the rooftop of one of the nearby office buildings to keep from dropping him.<br/><br/>Once she touched down she let him slipp from her grasp and he looked up at her shaking. "We have to get back to the top of the Freedom Building," he explained. "The Reichsmarck is up there... That neo-Nazi bastard is planning on hijacking the gold and precious metals shipment that is suppose to be arriving to pay governmental debts on all the foreign loans the United States has made over the past century."<br/><br/>"And we can't let this happen," the<em>Patriot</em>said. "Can you help me?"<br/>