Thomas watched the clock eagerly, waiting for the bell to ring. "[color=0076a3]Come on...[/color]" His teachers tended to drone on and on about the particular subject, and typically half the class was asleep. Unless it was last period. Everyone was tapping their feet, tuning out the meaningless lecture of the professor. "Thomas?" Thomas looked towards the teacher. "[color=0076a3]Hm?[/color]" Someone in the back snickered. "What is Newton's second law, Thomas?" Thomas almost laughed. [i]This guy's teaching beginner level stuff.[/i] "[color=0076a3]The acceleration of an object as produced by a net force is directly proportional to the magnitude of the net force, in the same direction as the net force, and inversely proportional to the mass of the object.[/color]" His teacher nodded. "And do pay attention next time, okay Mr. Richmond?" Thomas nodded, and rolled his eyes. What a buffoon. He could probably teach a better class in his sleep. After what seemed like an eternity, the sweet, sweet chimes of the bell rung. 
	He practically flew home and once he was there, he rushed into his room. He strode to his dresser and opened his shirts drawer. Underneath the false cover was his gun, his baton, his mask, and finally his bulletproof vest. He threw on his jacket over the vest and jammed the rest into his bag. [i]Time to go to work.[/i] He was prowling the city rooftops, when something caught his attention at the docks. "[color=0076a3]Oh...crap.[/color]" A fire was blazing at a warehouse, and he was about to check for people who could be trapped inside when a figure flew up and began spraying water at the fire, extinguishing it. "Interesting."