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Two and a half miles from where the adventure at the bank began, both Son of Liberty and Spellbound seemed surprised when a drone began commenting on the situation. It was the same drone from before, but to Judah at least he didn't immediately trust somebody that had yet to be seen in person. However the female hero mentioned forming a team, which is part of the reason Son of Liberty was doing the superhero thing. Weeks after his mother's death and he was still no closer to finding the culprit behind her murder.

"What do you say, Spellbound? I was actually gonna try and form a New Alliance without any of the UN shenanigans in honor of my mom..." Son of Liberty asked while dropping the hint about who his mom was.  

Eli’s eyes went wide when he heard the hint. “Wait… was your mom was Lady Liberty?” he asked. “Like… THE Lady Liberty?” He took a beat before continuing. “I guess that should have been obvious. That explains the torch thing.”

He gave a nervous chuckle. “Wow. Okay. No pressure or anything.” Then, more seriously, “Yeah. I’m in. I don’t know what I’m doing yet, but… I want to do something good with what I’ve got. And I think your mom would’ve liked that. So… yeah. Let’s build something better.” He held out a hand for a shake.

Judah went in for a handshake and knew the kid likely didn't have the greatest grip. He wasn't gonna try and squeeze the guy's hand and be THAT guy, but something firm with eye contact was important in the military in some circles. As the two heroes parted ways along with the drone the Son of Liberty got a call on his ear piece while super leaping back to Bayside. 

"Not gonna believe what I found. Your mom was working on something down in the old parking garage. It's likely the reason she bought that parking lot across the street..." said Judah's uncle Sam. 

Back at the apartment complex in Bayside the uncle was still wearing his tool belt and standing in what could only be described as the most patriotic headquarters anyone had ever seen. It was that odd seafoam green kinda color. 

[u][b][i]Two weeks later....[/i][/b][/u]

Just as they had planned, the three heroes met up at the police funded Superhero Academy. Essentially the three heroes would spend several weekends learning the do's and don'ts of being a deputy. There were others in the class, nobody that Judah could really get a read on. As the tech powered Supercop continued on about this and that, something he said definitely got Spellbound's attention. 

"...and I hate to break it to anyone here under the age of eighteen. While you'll be a deputy if you pass this class, you will only receive a permit until you're old enough to be on-call twenty-four seven. That means you can ONLY operate with other licensed superhuman deputies on the scene." Supercop explained in the small classroom. 

He continued explaining what the class was going to put the group through. Basic EMT training, testing the limits of the students' powers, civilian crowd control, etc. was all on the menu for the foreseeable future. The Son of Liberty could tell his younger friend was already feeling some type of way about only being issued a permit.  

"We're forming a team. Don't sweat it, bro." Liberty Son said under his breath to Spellbound who was sitting in a desk to his immediate left. 

Logically Eli should have figured they wouldn’t let him be a hero full time. He was still in high school after all. That didn’t stop him from sulking about it. “Bro, I seriously need a learner’s permit to fight crime?” He whispered back to Judah with a dramatic sigh. “Do you know how embarrassing it’s going to be to tell villains, ‘Hold on, I need an adult present’?”

Despite the sarcasm, Eli was still grateful to even be there. “But… Thanks. Seriously.”

[u][b][i]Elsewhere in Liberty City...[/i][/b][/u]

Abby Blavatsky arrived at her apartment. She didn't realize somebody had let themselves in already. Judy Juggernaut, still wearing the spiked helmet of Megaplex, was waiting for her.

"You were harder to find than I expected." the nearly seven feet tall powerhouse stated dramatically. "An acquaintance of mine is putting a team together. It's easier to do with a telepath."

Abby stood in the doorway looking like a statue. Slowly she closed the door behind her, taking a few steps forward. She didn't know how this woman found her apartment, nor finding out she was a telepath. 

The blonde stared at her for a few moments before a smile of sinister glee was on her face. "I'm listening."

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