Ted chuckled. "The vindictive type, huh? Figures." Flicking the half-lit cigarette onto the wet sidewalk. He followed Scott silently, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Would they do training? Would he get taught all of the skills The Vigilante needed? Or was Scott just gonna use him to find someone more suitable for the role - someone more like Scott? Ted's train of thought was broken by his phone beeping in his pocket. It was from his father, saying his mother had been sent to the hospital again. A pit came into his stomach - he was about to excuse himself and take a raincheck with Mr.Nexton, but he knew that if he did, he'd blow his only chance at every finding out the truth.

And he needed the Vigilante. He needed The Vigilante to save his mom.

He got in on the other side of the car, nodding at the driver. "You all right there?" He asked the driver whom nodded. "And you?" Looking towards Ted's side. The young man grinned "'Tis but a flesh wound."