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Kyle had truly enjoyed his day out with Sam. It had been way too long since the two of them had been able to just go out for a day and be a normal couple, doing the things that normal couples did. Between the move back to Crown Ridge after school had let out for the summer and his nightly activities as Lyger, along with Sam’s summer job at the café, there just never seemed to be enough time. So their day out on the waterfront was a nice change of pace. In fact, it was so nice that Kyle didn’t want the day to end. However, just like every day, the sun began to set and darkness set in. Deep down, he wanted nothing more that to take the night off and spend a romantic night at home with the woman he loved. After all, Crown Ridge had gotten along fine without him before he came home from Lost Haven, surely it could survive one night without Lyger patrolling the city. However, against his deepest wishes, he changed into his alter ego’s suit, kissed Sam, and headed out the back window where no one would see him.

Lyger had moved from rooftop to rooftop until he had once again found himself near the Waterfront District, where he had spent the entire day with Sam. Under his mask he grinned as he wondered to himself if he found himself back here due to a subconscious desire to feel closer to Sam. However, before he was able to ponder this any further, Harry’s voice sounded from the com system built into his cowl.

“Kyle, there was a silent alarm at the Crown Ridge Museum of the Arts. Get over there and check it out.” The old man said curtly.

“I’m on it.” Lyger responded. The museum was located at the edge of the Waterfront District, just a couple of blocks away. It would only take him a few minutes to get there from the rooftops, but it was times like this that he missed having Kaiju at his disposal. However, the logistics of having the car in Crown Ridge proved problematic at best, however, Harry had assured him that he was working on the issue.

“According to the reports that are coming in, there’s some sort of disturbance on the roof. Get there and check it out.” Harry’s voice came back over the com. 

“I’ll take care of it, I’m almost there.” Lyger replied as he leapt from the adjacent rooftop, firing a grapnel line from his gauntlet to the side of the museum. He silently climbed up to the rooftop. When he got up to the roof, he could not believe his eyes. He saw three all to familiar young heroes confronting a man on the rooftop.


“So why don’t you just put what you stole on the ground and hand it over to us.” One of the young women, Sammy Kadowski, otherwise known as Bast said as she stepped out in front of the thief. If her intention was to intimidate the man, Lyger’s guess is that she had failed, on account of the man charged directly toward her.

“You heard the lady.” Lyger said, his voice modulator making his voice much deeper than it normally was. Lyger, who had been standing on the ledge of the roof watching the others, jumped from his perch and landing between Bast and the assailant. 

“Oh, I think I’ll hold on to this, thanks.” The thief said as he looked at the four heroes standing before him. “But I welcome you to try to take it from me.” He continued as he pressed a small red button on what looked to be a wrist watch, before he took a swing at Lyger.

Lyger easily blocked the attack and countered with a right hand of his own. However, the thief dodged the punch. Lyger blocked a kick with his knee, and landed an open hand palm thrust to the thief’s chin, which knocked the man backward. 

“Nice shot.” The thief said as he lifted his mask up and spit out a mouthful of blood contemptuously before driving toward him with a leaping kick, which Lyger was again able to avoid.

“It’s over. You can’t run from us all.” Lyger said to the man, who was rebounding with another attack. The punch grazed the side of Lyger’s head, but the hero returned the favor, landing a stiff kick in the midsection which nearly doubled the thief over, followed by a straight right and to the jaw which spun him around. With the thief dazed, Lyger reached for the thief and grabbed the satchel which held whatever it was that he had stolen. 

“Give it up, you’re done.” Lyger ordered the man, who looked up at him with a glazed look in his eyes. 

Lyger was about to step toward the man, when suddenly the roof access door slammed open and a half a dozen Crown Ridge Police Officers emerged onto the roof with their guns drawn. Lyger tossed the satchel toward the officers, and then looked to the three young heroes.

“Move!” he said as he directed them to follow him toward the opposite edge of the roof. However, as they reached the edge of the roof, they saw several men standing before them on the next rooftop. The men were dressed in black and carrying what looked to be automatic rifles. 

“This way!” Lyger said as he grabbed Bast by the arm and dragged her with him toward the other edge of the roof, just as the men in black opened fire. As Lyger and the others reached the edge of the roof, both the police and their assailants edged closer to them.