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Jay couldn’t get used to the feel of the military fatigues. He had argued against them, though he wasn’t exactly in the position to anymore. It had only been a matter of time before he was conscripted one way or another, this way at least he was entering the war on his terms. He had been tasked with trying to hunt down and find other individuals like him to join a special operations task force, his first port of call would obviously be Shazam. The concept of super strength and flight was something that couldn’t really be passed up, as soon enough the entire world would be at each other's throats.

France, was just a long detour. While he knew that Shazam’s trail would start in London, as that was where Jay had last seen him with what was going on in France he had been tasked to do a brief survey of all major rail links. After all with the United States contemplating involvement, the status of French infrastructure was an important thing to know. As France was likely to be the beachhead to any potential counter-attack in Europe. He was currently running along a line that, if his brief study of French railways had him right, would lead him over the Ain Gorge.

Despite the speed at which he tore through the air he heard the train coming as he approached a rail bridge, he also noticed a figure standing in the middle of the rails. Increasing his speed he stopped as he noticed that the man’s fist started… it started to glow yellow.

As the train bore down on the now glowing figure, he showed no signs that he would get out of the way, instead winding up for a punch with his glowing fist. There was an explosion of sound and fire and twisting metal and then the bridge began collapsing.  Orson swore to himself as he got caught up in his own blast-wave. It had been too long since he’d used the Iron Fist and apparently he’d more than overdone it.

Orson’s head was spinning even as the bridge fell around him, though he got at least a little bit of grim satisfaction out of the fact that he’d at least completed his mission and made sure that nobody would be using this bridge any time soon. Well, it was a better death than wasting away in an opium den, anyway.

As the bridge exploded and the figure appeared Jay sped towards the bridge, he could see the flames erupting from where the engine of the train had once been. The bridge started to shake and crumble, he jumped from one segment of the bridge to another able to jump on them without losing balance and only staying on each piece of debris long enough to jump on to the next. 

Debris fell around him in slow motion, the train it seemed from the wreckage falling around him appeared to have been carrying German arms. He scanned around the debris looking for the individual who had done all this, he’d be a perfect addition to the team he was being asked to form. Assuming he was actually fighting against the German war machine and didn’t just have a death wish, or wasn’t trying to rob the train.

He caught sight of the man among the falling debris, looking oddly serene. He jumped to a nearby bit of debris and into the air, hooking his right arm under the man's shoulders and his left in the back of his knees. Turning around he kicked off and again hopping from one piece of debris to another. Jumping to the top of where the bridge once was he put the man down and turned to face him, tipping his helmet. “You’ve got one hell of a punch.”

To his surprise, Orson was suddenly not dead. Instead he found himself sitting down at the top of the gorge, coughing out what felt like an entire lung’s worth of bridge dust and smoke but otherwise unharmed. A man was standing in front of him and, as impossible as it seemed, Orson was pretty sure he’d been plucked away from the collapsing bridge at high speed. Even more surprising, the man spoke English and wore military fatigues.

“Heh, you have no idea. I’m guessin’ I owe you for pulling my ass out of the fire, soldier boy. Figures Uncle Sam would hafta find out about me eventually. So what’re you doin’ here?” He seemed to remember something after a minute “They makin’ another Freedom’s Five? Some new group of Mystery Men to fight the Huns again?”

Freedoms Five? Mystery Men? Those guys were real? Jay had been in the military only for around a week and already he was fed up of not being filled in with every little detail. “From what I can gather, something like that. Also…” He tried to phrase this delicately, after all he didn’t want to aggravate the person who just blew up a bridge with a punch. “... I don’t think we do know about you, I actually found you by accident on my way to find someone else.” 

Jay tilted his head slightly as he eyed him. “I don’t think I need to tell you how important it is, that people like us use our abilities to try and end the bloodshed sooner rather than later. If you’re willing to expand the level of crazy in your life, well. I guess I’d have an offer for you.”

Orson couldn’t help but start laughing, though it caused him to hack and cough from the bridge dust he’d inhaled earlier all over again. It was crazy. He thought he’d just be helping the French, part of a small effort, but a worthy one. But here he was again, called back into the war at large, asked to be part of a team again through sheer coincidence. Hell, this guy, this green-looking recruit, he was right about needing to end the bloodshed as soon as possible. Wasn’t that why he’d gotten involved in the first place? 

“Hell, my life’s been missing that level of craziness lately. I’m in. Name’s Orson, Orson Randall. So, what comes next?”

Jay offered his hand to the man, now identified as Orson. He wasn’t quite expecting the laugh, and wasn’t sure what to do about the coughing so waited to let it pass. “Jay Garrick, I’d give you my rank but the military hasn’t quite decided what to make me yet so-” He just shrugged. “In all honesty, I can give you a run back to France or over to the UK wherever you want, so long as I know where you are. I need to go recruit a man called [i]Shazam[/i] as he was who I was initially sent for. The guy can fly and has super strength if you can believe that.”

He paused looking at the man. “That said, I can’t help but think you’ve got a bit more, experience in all of this than I do. So if you have a better idea, lay it on me.” 

Orson took Jay’s hand and the help up that came along with it.