Out of the corner of my vision, while walking through the halls of a large corridor, I spotted Diamond Queen, also named Adriana Masters. Her hair was yellow, with few streaks of light brown, and she wore a white suit, with occasional sleeves of black. She was quite a pretty girl, one that many of the male heroes were accustomed to. But this time she was alone, or so I thought. I approached her to request her hand to help in my current mission.

“Excuse me,” I said casually, slowly sauntering toward the maiden.

“Hi,” she greeted back, flipping her hair.

“Yes, you see…” I began to explain, with hand upon the back of my head, and my other gesturing explanation. “I, ahem… would you mind? Eh…” I was caught in one of my usual speech stutters.

Her eyes expressed sympathetic puzzlement as she tried to figure out what I was saying. I was like a drivel of beating drums that had no compatible rhythm.

To my utter surprise, however, and to hers it seemed, she was startled into a forward position, like someone had pushed her from the back. She made a small, girlish groan as she slightly lunged forward and looked behind her. However, no one was there.

I was quite perplexed at the sudden movement, but as my hearing heightened, and carefully listened, I heard a distinct tapping of a foot upon the floor. Then I realized what it was. Rapidly seeking retribution, I pulled out my mobile phone, and tweaked the setting to taser, letting fly a beam of electricity toward the area where the footsteps had come from. Immediately, a mischievous fellow emerged from thin air, with dark brown hair.

“Invisiman, so it’s you. I’ve done research on you as well. Your invisibility cloak wears off when exposed to electromagnetic waves,” I explained.

“Ok, ok, so you got me,” Invisiman relented.

Diamond frowned at the revealing action, and immediately pulled out her traditional deck of Diamond Cards. She spread five cards out between her right fingers, each a suit of diamond, more specifically a ten, jack, queen, king, and ace. And with her deck she lit them with luminous yellow light, which formed a protective diamond shield about them, and she thrust all five of them at the devious, invisible man, who cringed upon the small explosions at impact.

“Ouch, you didn’t have to be so rough…” he said.

“Well I have to, to keep guys like you off my back…” she replied.

“At least I wasn’t in the women’s changing room this time, now that’s a sight for soar eyes,” he said, nudging my side in search of agreement. I gave him a low-browed look.

“Yeesh, no one knows how to have fun around here!” he blatantly remarked, invisibly walking away.

“Whatever…” she dismissed him. “Now, what was it that you wanted to say?” she asked.

I began my attempt once again, this time with flowing words. “Well, you see, I’m running this mission. And so, I need a bit of help trying to break my friends free from a bind at Caltech Industries, and I was wondering if you could just…”

But before I could finish the request, a beeping utterance came from that of Adriana’s comm.-link. She looked toward it, quickly picked it up, and viewed the current message. After a few seconds, her eyes returned.

“I’m sorry,” she began in a thoughtful, apologetic voice. “But Nightstar’s just called me on an important mission. He’s in real trouble, and if I don’t help him soon…”

With hands in air motioning understanding, I stopped her. “I understand, it sounds like he’s in a real conundrum,” I absent-mindedly said.

“Uhh… yes,” she answered back. “Sorry, but if you still need help later, I’ll be first on the list,” she softly yelled back as she strolled away.

I was left alone to stand in the hall, with arms hanging from my shoulders.

I came across what some people refer to as the “Idle Room,” or the hangout where jobless heroes spend their time masquerading about in a pointless manner, or otherwise sagging in a sofa watching television. These were mainly made up of heroes put on probation, or those unfit for “dangerous” missions, or just for those who were lazy. I saw a rather large hero, sitting upon a couch eating some potato chips while watching a bright-lit screen in the distance. He wore a collectively brown suit, and had a large, flat tail behind his costume. The chest of his costume read “B”. Then it hit me, Beaverman. How he became a part of the Union, I’m not sure. Many other various heroes sat about the area, reading newspapers, playing video games, or resting in a sleeping nap. Just across the hall was the Psychiatric Ward, for heroes who had gone temporarily insane or just need counseling. I also spotted a guard near the entrance to the room, most likely patrolling those who have suffered misconduct in the lines of duty.

I saw Invisiman on the couch slapping a piece of anchovy pizza in his mouth. Realizing that he had the power to vanish, I thought, though piggish he was, that he would be a formidable ally to have. I approached him. He looked up at me with a disagreeable look upon his face.

“You again? What do you want? You already won,” he said disgustingly.

“No, I didn’t,” I replied. “That’s why I need your help.”

“What you talkin’ ‘bout, Face?” He asked.

“I need your help to bust a distressed hero and heroine out of a local prison cell.”

“Tough luck, blanky, I’m on probation for all the invisible intrusions I’ve been caught for. You know, I should be more careful around these parts. Some of these ladies have ‘supervision’ if you know what I mean.”

“Well, I hate to recruit you, but I have to. Everyone else is too busy. You can turn invisible, so use it! The guard can’t see you.”

“Hmm, you know what? You’re right, Face, I can see myself… they can’t! You’re not so dumb as I thought you were. Alright, so what’s the plan?”

“Well, the scene is Caltech Industries, and the prison cell is guarded by ten of their super-suited guards. Think you can take ‘em out?”

“Nameless cronies? Piece o’ cake. I’ll turn on the invisibility, and they won’t know what hit ‘em.”

“Good then. Now all I need is someone who can deactivate that cell…”

“Deactivate, eh? Then Shrinkray’s your man. He can turn himself smaller than an ant, and cut a wire that powers an entire city.”

“That’ll do,” I said.