Disclaimer: So I think I deleted the actual chapter 2. That or I started writing it and never finished it. Either way, it has been so long since I have worked on this thing that I do not mind writing it again. Sorry for keeping you all waiting. I'm going to try to be better about getting updates to you now that summer is here and I am back on my SP kick.

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"I don't know about you guys, but I am pretty sick of having to sit around and do nothing when people like that are walking around out there." Stan's voice was the first one I heard on entering the classroom. There was no doubt about it. Word of the capture had spread fast. "Dude, Kyle!" Stan lifted a hand to motion me over.

"What's up?" I shoved his backpack out of the chair and took a seat.

"You saw the news, right?" He asked. The small crowd that sat around him stayed quiet, patiently waiting for him to return to what was probably going to be a call for some public service political activeness idea.

"Um-"

"Man! I feel like I was just talking about needing some sort of, I don't know, community watch kind of thing. Except more intense." He fumbled for words a bit but continued without hesitation about the need for people to be more involved in the safety of their community.

"You're such a Goddamn dumbass." Cartman slapped his hand on the desk. "You seriously think some gay as fuck community watch is going to keep these asswads out of here?"

"Well I don't see you offering any better solutions." It was almost like it was on cue. At that moment, Kenny dragged himself through the door and yawned all the way to his desk. I waved and he nodded once in acknowledgment. "If an off duty officer hadn't been there, we'd be screwed."

"What? An off duty police officer? But I heard that-"

"Yeah yeah, it might have been a detective. Whatever." Stan was too engrossed in his budding argument with Cartman to notice my near slip up.

"Hey dude." Kenny tapped me on the shoulder once.

"Hey." I turned around faster than I probably needed to, but I couldn't help it. I was glad to see he hadn't gotten in to any trouble, that he was at school, and that he was talking to me. Just seeing him brought back every ounce of desire to try to prove to him that I was an asset.

"This is going to sound really fucking lame, but I totally shat out when I got home. I didn't touch my homework and-"

"Here!" I pulled my notebook from my backpack, turned to the right page, and practically shoved it into his hands. "It's the uh, math."

"You sure, man?" He eyed the work and muttered under his breath. "The hell is this shit? Fuck."

"Yeah. It's totally cool." I refrained from making any comments on the contents of the assignment.

"What the world needs is the Coon." Cartman's idiotic comment diverted my attention.

"Oh lord! Don't start that crap again." I rolled my eyes. Kenny had busied himself with copying down the answers, but it was clear that he was still listening.

"Crap? Crap? Oh see here, Kyle. The Coon wasn't crap. I just didn't- I mean, he just didn't have the right supplies or skills back then. Now, things would be totally different."

"Yeah, I believe that. It would still be the same fatass running around making an ass of himself and only ever bothering to show up where there'd be some publicity."

"Hey!" Cartman jumped to his feet. "You got something to say to me, Jew boy?"

"Wait wait." Stan put his hands up. "I think Cartman might be on to something."

"Seriously?" I asked. Astonishment was clear in my voice.

"Yeah. I mean, what we need is a person or a group of people who are prepared and ready to take someone down. We nearly got caught in a lot of shit because no one was ready to deal with any threat."

"That's what we have the police for. Besides, it just wouldn't be safe to have a bunch of vigilantes running around putting themselves in danger." The last thing I wanted was to see one of my friends in danger. Still, part of me resented Stan for presenting the idea so logically. Again, I was reminded of my thoughts that, if any of us were going to be of use to Mysterion, it would be Stan.

"Come on, dude. Think about it! It'd be totally awesome. Imagine being able to stop someone from getting mugged or hurt or something. It'd be great!"

"And imagine getting a gun jammed in your face. What would you do then?" I shot back. Stan rolled his eyes.

"Awww. The little Jew rat's afraid."

"I am not!"

"I think it's a great idea." Kenny chimed in.

"You do?"

"Totally, dude. We could get the girls to dress up in the Wonderwoman and Batgirl and other costumes. That'd be fucking hot as hell."

"What?" Stan cocked his head to the side and made a face.

"Superhero chicks always have the best tits too."

"Kenny, I think you're missing the point here..." Stan shifted his weight uncomfortably. Wendy's face turned bright red.

"You misogynistic asshole! How could you say that? Women do not need to be degraded by wearing those completely useless outfits just so you men can get the satisfaction of... of... of fetishizing a woman that fights crime! There are thousands of female police officers and firefighters out there doing just as good as any man."

"Guys, this isn't about women's rights. It's about public safety and-"

"This is a perfect example of women's rights, Stan. Every time something like this comes up, all guys think about is women wearing slinky costumes. It's always the men that get to save the day and the women are just the crafty... not even side kicks! They are there for fanservice." Wendy continued on her rampage. I sat back, completely amazed by Kenny's ability to change the topic of the conversation. When he returned to writing out the math assignment, I decided to join in on the debate.

"I think Wendy's right. I mean, girls totally get shorted when it comes to being considered strong. If there was some sort of program that could teach girls to fight, it wouldn't be as big of a deal."

"Kyle's right! Boys get to learn how to fight because their dads teach them or they spend so much time beating each other up that it comes like second nature. Girls have to do things like take piano and ballet. I think what we need is an organization that can show just how strong girls are!"

"Maybe there should be something like that for everyone. I mean, think about it. If everyone is able to defend themselves, there isn't any need for any group of people scouring around looking for crime to stop."

"I guess you're right..." Wendy looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Okay guys! Let's start planning this thing." Stan clapped his hands together. The group started planning out who they would invite to teach, where the meetings would be, and other technical things up until the teacher came in.

"Hand in your assignment, class." Ms. Edwards placed a plastic basket labeled "homework" on the front of her desk. "And let's get started. Today we'll be pushing forward in the fascinating world of trigonometry." Kenny slipped my notebook under my arm as he walked to the front of the room.

"You're a life saver." He mouthed the words as he passed by.

Classes went on without any real event. I took notes. Stan and Wendy passed notes. Kenny passed out on his desk, arms folded shamelessly into a makeshift pillow up until the bell rang for lunch.

"I expect to see your worksheet packet finished and turned in by tomorrow morning. Have a nice afternoon." Ms. Edwards concluded as she erased the board.

"It's about time!" Stan stretched his arms over his head and yawned as he walked into the hallway. "I thought that class would never end. What about you?"

"You know, if you spent more time paying attention to Ms. Edwards and less time texting back and forth with Wendy, I bet you'd be doing a lot better in that class." I shoved him. He shoved me back and we laughed.

"That's what I've got you around for. Man! I can't believe she's expecting that whole damn packet turned in tomorrow. It's like, twenty pages."

"If you can't finish it, just say Cartman ate it."

"Hey!" Cartman threw a punch my way. I stepped aside pretty easily. "You want to say that again?"

"Give me ten bucks and I'll eat it." Kenny threw an arm around Stan's shoulder. "Just name the place."

"Dude!"

"The recent outbreak of crime in the Colorado area is in no small part due to the rising controversy surrounding the police department. It can be seen that, since the mayor was elected, crime rates have risen exponentially." The news reporter was muted by the all mighty remote control.

"Isn't that just terrible?" My mom shook her head, still reading the captions beneath the reporter even though she'd been the one to turn the volume off.

"It sure is." My dad agreed, more focused on the paperwork for his next case than on the TV.

I excused myself and left for my room.

"This blows." I muttered to myself and shut the door behind me. I dropped on to my bed and sighed into the emptiness of my room. It had been three weeks since Mysterion had come back. He hadn't asked for my help since the first night. Judging by the number of times Kenny asked for my homework, I knew Mysterion probably went out every night. Crimes were soaring in the nearby areas. Every time I heard a story about someone getting killed trying to help, I cringed. "You picked a great time to get back in to this, Kenny."

"I was thinking the same thing." The familiar voice jarred me so badly that I screamed. He just laughed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I sat up, breathless.

"I need your help." Mysterion sat on the end of my bed.

"With what?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound as eager in his ears as I did in mine.

"Tonight there is going to be a big as fuck drug deal outside Bennigan's. What time does the restaurant close?" I did my best to hide my disappointment. He had seriously come all this way to ask me for the hours of the restaurant.

"I'll check." I pulled up a browser on my phone and typed in the restaurant. "It closes at ten."

"Good. They won't be there until three." He raised a fist to his mouth and fell silent. "Okay, I-" I grabbed his arm before he could stand.

"I am not letting you go alone."

"That's what I was going to ask you about." With no trouble, he removed my hand from his arm. While still holding my hand, he spoke. "There's no way in hell I can pull this one off on my own." His voice was dead serious. "You're the only one I trust with this. I don't want to drag you in to this, but I swear it will be safe. If you're worried, I can just get the police to go over there instead. It might be better if-"

"Just let me know what you need me to do." I could tell from his expression that my smile bothered him. "I'm not scared at all." He sighed and let go of my hand.

"I guess that's a good thing for now." The volume of the conversation between my mother and father rose significantly. Mysterion took that moment to lean in close and whisper the details of the case to me. The guy we were after was the head of a drug ring in Denver. This was the night he was meeting with his dealers. Mysterion wanted to get him alone before he got to the others. "So you're going to play decoy. Are you still sure you're okay with this?"

"Totally." I hid the fact that I'd turned pale as my sheets by getting up to grab my shoes. "So how is this going to work?"

"Well..."

A/N: Sorry to leave you guys on a cliffhanger. I know. I'm a total dickwad. I will have the new chapter up relatively soon, though. I am looking forward to writing it.

Sorry if this chapter totally sucked! It had no action and no real purpose. I am rusty. I hope it was still somewhat enjoyable.