<div class="floatleft">(http://fast1.onesite.com/capcom-unity.com/user/kramez/ac705c2072cbddc420d1a1733e4abe59.jpg?v=188100)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Kid Arrow</span></span><br/><em>Telescopic Vision, Olympic Archer</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>1<strong>SPE:</strong>4<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>1<strong>AGL:</strong>4<strong>PER:</strong>4<br/><br/>Michael Atom stood staring at his reflection on the planet-side solar-shielded viewing window, calmly contemplating his recent inclusion into the Order of Valor.  For all of his life, he had wanted to be included into something that resembled his famous family of superheroes, and now that he possessed membership in the Order, he didn't really know if anything had changed.  He sighed.  He wanted to be a respected superhero.  More than this, he wanted his father to respect and<em>trust</em>his abilities.<br/><br/>Michael stepped forward and his image in the window, draped in the white scalloped cape and donning a sparrow's helm, disappeared.  The greens and blues of the terrestrial globe replaced it.  His wandering eyes fell upon the city of Los Angeles, and his pupils shifted, dilated, shrunk and adjusted so that he might see a faint glimpse of Atom Tower.  But all he could see was cloud cover, moving steadily westward as the space station orbited towards daylight's edge.<br/><br/>He lowered his head and closed his eyes, shifting his eyesight back to normal.  Normal for Michael at least, which wasn't very normal at all.  He moved quietly towards the situation room.