While Rurik was not completely happy with the situation at hand, he only grumbled and looked at the message appearing on his phone. "Wait." He looked at Rosemary as she was leaving. "You'll speak with the Professor once you return. You and Nate will be reporting to the hangar for an excursion." He looked at the possible copy of Nate and motions for the boy to head to the door. "Miss [i]Rosemary[/i] will escort you to the hangar. Mister Smith will be waiting for you both."

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Shawn rushed back up to the main mansion to grab his suit. After many personal modifications and deviations from the normal suit, he felt that it was about time for him to be sent off for a little field testing. It was supposed to be in the changing room down below, but Shawn needed it on hand as he tested and played with it little by little. He didn't even bother changing into it until he rushed back down to the changing room. 

The suit itself was heavily modified. In the four years that he had been at the mansion, he had messed around a lot with it. The standard suit was underneath what seemed to be even further modified motocross equipment, laced with lights, or something to make it light up as the suit stuck to his body. Inside the suit, sensors upon sensors were set inside the suit, powering the lights. He just needed to channel a little electricity to make them activate. For the moment, it looked like a black and yellow suit with more padding and necessary. 

Shawn thought that the padding was required, though. He had a good feeling that his up close and personal style would get him hit a lot. The lights, more or less, were to help with any excess energy that he might radiate when in the heat of combat. He had a little problem with only using as much as he needed, so having something to take in all of that extra energy was a bit help to him. The lights were also build into his helmet. Another flashy addition back when he thought he was going to be doing more vigilante work then missions, but he still liked the idea to help with his lack of control. There was also the whole avoiding head trauma thing, but

When he walked into the hangar, he had his helmet underneath his arm. He looked as to who would be joining him. So many familiar faces, it was almost funny. He waved to Heidi, then to Nate. "Fancy meeting you here." He cracked a larger smile, setting his helmet down on the ground and waiting patiently for Mister Smith to begin.