[color=fff200]Liberty Highschool, Los Angeles- California[/color]

Albert pulled up in front of Liberty Highschool in a bright cheery red, 1964 Dodge Dart.  A classic care he'd restored with his grandfather a few years back.  Was it fuel efficient? No, did he take the hybrid out more often, of course, but once in awhile on a sunny day, during a week that had been relatively calm and free of need to throw on his super suit, he liked to treat himself to a nice drive down the highway, go by the beach with the top down.  

On a whim he'd decided to stop by and pick Nello up from school, maybe treat the kid.  He'd been doing a well in school and in his... extra curricular activities.  Honestly Albert had been massively impressed by the eternally young man so far, he hadn't reacted nearly so well when his own abilities awakened and Al had suffered mp change in how he appeared, nothing to visible separate him from his peers. 

He was sitting out side the schools front gates, radio playing Sweet Child'o Mine by Guns N' Roses, however as the song came to an end he heard a rather... displeasing voice, not that it the man had a poor voice for radio, Albert simple despised the man speaking. 

[color=ed1c24][i]"Welcome back to Frank Fredrick Ford here and welcome back to the 'Direct Question', with me, Frank Fredrick Ford.  I'm here to talk about the biggest problem facing our fair city, NO our NATION! And we all know what it is, it's the freaks running around like they own place just because they can spit fire or throw a car! You all know 'um, and you know I can't stand 'um. Heroes, Vigilantes, Villains, bah ya know what they are? They're crim-"[/i][/color]

He changed the station, no need to listen to that, not today.  What would surprise most is he often listened to 'Direct Question' because he felt it was important to know what people that didn't agree with you had to say, and as much as he hated the mans rhetoric he could always trust to hear an honest opinion. 

He rolled his shoulders and took off his sunglasses, watching the school's front doors, seeing numerous young men and women leaving the building, but not the very recognizable side kick of his...

[color=00a651]-Meanwhile at the bank-[/color]

One of the men standing in line simply groaned at the appearance of Mr. Gimmick, turning to his phone and clicking away, mumbling something about. 'A big waste of time' and 'Just another crazy Ultra wanting attention.'