We had a beautiful, luxurious house but, at first, barely enough money to make ends meet. That’s why we rented the carriage house to Tollie for five...hundred dollars a month and that helped a lot. My mom got a job in a pretty swanky restaurant called the Blue Moon, not far from where we lived and made good money--the problem was it was mostly tips and some weeks were better than others. The other stipulation was we couldn’t sell the mansion because mom’s grandfather had loved the house and. Luckily, there were a few unlit and secluded parking lots not far from where we lived. I had an idea and I was going to do what I had been fantasizing about for some time. I drove for a bit revving his shitbox every time I had to stop for a stop sign, feeling his car protesting at the abuse and then turned into the lot I was thinking about. Took my foot off the gas and let the car coast along and then turned the key off and started to pump the gas pedal like crazy until that bitch of a Pontiac. Jen teased.I walked over to Mike. Palms sweety and heart racing. I was completely scared he would recognise me and freak out."Hay beautiful" Mike said, "What's your name?" Sarah" I replied.We talked for a few minutes the he said "you look real familiar".My heart almost stopped. "No, I don't think so", I replied "I'm not from around here."We talked for a few more minutes the I went back to we're Jen was waiting."Oh my God, my heart is still racing " I saidJen laughed then said "let's get back to. Midnight met me at the fortress, and briefed me as I suited up. It wasn't just that the Tornado was a powerful super villain, he was, but he had a team of henchmen, I guess you'd call them, and they had weapons, very nasty, very deadly weapons called cyclone cannons."I'm going to take care of the henchmen and their toys," Midnight told me as I was going through my self diagnostic routines. "There's too many of them, and they're too mobile and independent for you to be able to handle while old.