All at once, the sound of shattered glass in a nearby classroom accompanies a blur of movement that solidifies right in front of Jones. There stood a tall figure decked out in tight spandex and toned muscles equally. Raising a hand to his face, he spoke quickly into a wrist communicator. “Alright, I’m in. The energy signature is close.” His eyes focused on the students. “Oh, gotta go. People to protect.”
Planting his feet, he announced, “Alright, kids, remain calm. Just let us handle the situation from here on. Now, I want all of you to leave the building in an orderly fashion.” The crowd hesitated, caught between being star-struck and obeying his order.
Jones sighed in relief that someone else could finally take charge. Immediately, the man looked over his shoulder at her. “Ah, sorry, miss. Didn’t see you there. I’m afraid you’ll have to go with your schoolmates. It’s not safe here.”
You don’t have to tell me twice, Jones thought. Another part of her added, SQUEEEEEEE! IT’S ULTRA-KNIGHT, THE CITY’S COOLEST SUPERHERO AND MEMBER OF THE ELITE WORLDRESCUE SQUAD!
Indeed, news of the exploits of the famed WRS had reached even the small city of Branton, especially since Ultra-Knight hailed from this very town. This made him quite an important figure locally.
And cute, too, Jones mused. Then, she frowned. Wait, did I just think of him as cute?
Jones frantically collected herself. “Uh, Ultra-Knight…sir, um, I can tell you about what’s going on here. It’s my friend, you see. He’s out of control, but he’s not evil. You see, what happened was-”