In the pawn shop, there were a couple of thugs with metal baseball bats, wearing black masks, and holding three employees of the shop hostage. It was about UK time ten things in the pawn shop and they were robbing the place of the most valuable objects a person can sell. Two of the burglars were carrying a solid gold harp slightly bigger than a man out of the entrance, and it looked something that could make these men a fortune.

"Hurry it up, fellas." said the first man. "We're gonna he rich!"

"I can't wait to count all the dollar bills this harp will make us." said a second one. "And what about the drum kit over there?"

"Yeah, we'll get that." said another goon while holding a small collection of jewels. "But we gotta do this one at a time."

"Look, we don't want any trouble." said the manager. "Just let us go."

"Oh shut up." said the ringmaster of this giant flatly. "As soon as we get what we want, we'll get outta here. And don't even think about calling the fuzz on us, either. Otherwise, you will suffer really bad headaches when you wake up the next morning, that is... If you wake up."

Suddenly, there was the sound of fighting outside the pawn shop and one of the thugs outside was flung at the window with the glass breaking. The man hit against an incoming wall Ph jis back and he fell down on his belly, stunned and unconscious.

"What the heck is that?" a fourth burglar said.

Yakov then came into the building, looking quite bold in putting an to this chaos. "Stop!" he shouted. "In the name of justice, let those employees go and put all the valuables back in their places, or suffer the consequences."

"Oh no! It's one of the new heroes!" said a fifth thug.

The mechanical man cracked his knuckles and slowly walked towards them menacingly. The first thing then charged at him with his baseball bat, and the Ukrainian man raised his arms over his head so that the bat couldn't hit it. His mechanical arms were like small shields for protection against anything dangerous about to come towards him.

It didn't even hurt his arms and he only felt something slightly like his arm moving from the impact of the blow. "What the?" asked the first thug. Before he knew it, he felt Yakov took the bat away from him, and split it in two with his hands, and his right knee as if it was a large twig, then through the two halves behind him.

The next thing Yakov did was: hit the goon in the stomach three times with his immense strength and knock him towards a wall.

All the employees smiled, knowing that they have been saved by the Ukranian and they owe him big time after he saves them all. The second man charged and tried punching Yakov's stomach, but to little effect. It hurt the fist like he punched a steel wall, and almost broke it. "OW!" said the thug who punched him. "My hand!"

"It was not wise of you to try and punch me in the gut like that, unless you wants your knuckles cut open, little man." said Yakov.

Persistent and angry, the man punched him with his other hand, and it turned just as hurt as the first one.

"i told you, stupid." Yakov flatly said.

The other goons tried fighting him, but thanks to his immense strength, he threw one over another window, and punched another so hard in the gut, he broke the back door of the shop. Having enough, the remaining ones tried fighting him by hitting him in the hit with their bats, but to no avail, as Yakov was destroying these robbers, and he wasn't;t even trying to subdue them, and after he was done, he piled the hurt and sore burglars in a small pile and the police came shortly after.

Lincoln and Luna saw what was happening, and they were surprised by how well a cybernetic man can fight like that. Yes, it was a good thing that the Steel Soldier was on the side of good and not evil. He beat these burglars really good, and these thugs learned not to tango with this mechanical man. "wow, that was totally awesome." Luna said. "Totally rocking!"

"He is so powerful." Lincoln said. "I know we saw what he can do at the Cent, but still awesome."

"Yeah."

"They're all yours, officers." said Yakov, looking triumphant and bold after saving the day like this.

"Nice work, Steel Soldier." said one of the policemen. "How do you manage to do this without help?"

"I am almost completely a cyborg, minus my head." Yakov answered.

"Nice." a couple of paparazzis came and noticed Luna and Lincoln together, and immediately shoved their cameras in their faces (figure of speech, of course), and it made them both uncomfortable.

"Luna, how safer will Royal Woods be now that we have a band of superheroes?" asked a female reporter

"We want to ask you so many questions!" a male reporter added.

Questions, questions, so many questions from these annoying paparazzi people. Yakov noticed this, and he looked a little stern, walked over there to help his friends out. "Hey hey hey! This is not a red carpet! My comrades here are uncomfortable. Can you not understand personal space?"

The paparazzi looked at him, thinking about the question he just asked, and they looked back at him. All of them started to ask him questions of their own at him, as if it fell on deaf ears. Irritated like an old Africa buffalo that has been kicked out of a herd, grabbed one of the reporter's cameras and crushed it with his metal hands without ease. "Hey, my mom bought me that camera!" said a female paparazzi.

"You should have listened to me the first time. If my friends here do not want an interview, then they do not want it."

Looking quite intimidated by Yakov's tough looks, they realise that he wasn't fooling around, and tbeg immediately left the three, and he smiled with satisfaction. "Thanks for getting rid of the paparazzi back there, Yakov." Luna said. "I don't mind attention, but I can't stand those paparazzi chasing us like that."

"Yeah, it's annoying." Lincoln added.

"You are quite welcome, comrades. Now, I need to collect my reward that Jackal promised me."

"How much?" Lincoln asked.

"At least one thousand dollars." Yakov said

"Nice. Catch ya on the flip side, Yakov." Luna said

Steel Soldier smiled and he said: "Do Zustrichi, kids. I'll be looking forward to fight crime with you again."

Lincoln and Luna didn't really know what he said in the first sentence. But, they knew that it was Ukrainian, and it was similar to "bye". Luna created another ice slide and Lincoln hopped on to it, gently grabbing Luna's torso from behind. "Well, that was fun to watch." Lincoln stated

"Totally. Yakov is fast and strong for an old man. Glad to have him as a friend, eh dude?"

Lincoln nodded a Yes to her and looked at the valley below him while riding with Luna. It almost felt like a rollercoaster to him, but with no straps attached to his shoulders, and it was more... free compared to a Carnival ride you would find in a place like Dairyland.

As soon as they got back home, Lincoln and Luna went back inside and decided to fo a little more target practice with more of Lisa's robot dummies to practice with. Both of them were doing rather well, and Luna finished off a couple of robots with her ice claws.

Not only the claws, but she pulled out an ice sword from her hands and began slicing at the dummies with shields, and proving quite athletic and agile with what she is capable of.

While training, Mason flew by and wanted to meet his two new friends in the backyard. "Bonjour, mes amis. Comment allez-vous?"

"Just fine, Mason." Lincoln said. "Practicing on these dummies."

"Nice. I just wanted to find out if you guys had found any crime to stop it fight right now."

"Nah, not right now. But we saw Yakov save a pawn shop from being robbed blind." Luna said. "You should have been there, Mason. It was insane!"

"How insane?" the French-American boy asked

"Well, he just took out a bunch of burglars with no damage at all."

"Cool. Although, I think it's because of his robot body." Mason pointed.

"True that, dude. But still, it was totally rad."

"So Mason,"

"Yeah Lincoln?"

"You're dad is from France, and he is a scientist?"

"That he is, my friend. That he is. I have mentioned to you about the company he worked with in Paris before. And, he was once a soldier in the French Foreign Legion."

"Wait, really?" Luna said. "You never told us that."

"Oui, I know."

"What about your ancestor?" Lincoln asked, "the one in World War 2?"

Mason made a small laughter before saying, "oh yes. Sebastien Dumas. He was part of the Maquis, the French Resistance in the country. He and his friends knew how to ruin a German's day, and he gave those Nazis a world of hurt and irritation. He even pulled a prank on Hitler when he visited Paris for the first time."

"What was the prank?" Luna asked

"My great grandfather tossed a banana peel where Hitler was walking, and the dictator practically broke his two legs after."

Both Lincoln and Luna laughed at that kind of misfortune. "Sounds like he was a funny guy."

"Oui, he knew how to make people laugh at any given moment. But after World War 2, he met a nurse from Algeria during the War. Her name was Solene Rousseau, and they got married. Then his son, Charles Dumas, became a scientist, along with his wife."

"That's how your dad became one?" Lincoln asked. "That's cool."

"Thank you. Yes, my family is quite intriguing once you hear about them. And, just so you know; she was from Metz, France. Not really Algeria."

"Oh, right," Luna remembered something from geography and history class at school. "Algeria was French turf, right?"

"It used to before France granted it independence by 1960. So I already told you about my parents and how they met before."

"Mason, someone's here to- oh." Lori came out with a man wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans for pants. This man was an average build when it comes to body and he had long, blonde hair in a ponytail, along with a small goatee on his face. "Oh boy."

"Oh, dad. What a nice surprise." Mason said, looking a little nervous. Yes, it was Sebastien Dumas. The French scientist looked quite surprised to see his son in that kind of suit, and Mason thought that he should have had the mask on a little longer to prevent his father from knowing his identity.

"Mason?" said Sebastien. "You're Color Fire?"

"It's... a superhero thing." Mason said. "So... you're not going to make me quit being a superhero, are you?"

"What? No. Of course not, mon fils. I'm... proud of you." the scientist even let out a small smile.

Mason looked a little surprised to hear those words. "Really?"

"Of course. I mean, I wondered why you cut classes sometimes, but I understand why." his smile grew bigger. Mason, I am more proud of you than ever."

Mason smiled and he hugged his old man. "Merci, mon pere." he said.

Both Lincoln and Luna thought it was nice to see this kind of family thing, and that Mason was going to he forced to not be a superhero anymore because his dad found out Color Fire's identity. "Just promise me one thing, Mason."

"What's that, dad?"

"Just be careful when fighting off bad guys." then he looked at Luna and Lincoln. "Ah, and you are Luna Frost and Lincoln, right?" he went up to the siblings. "I am Dr. Sebastien Dumas, chief scientist in Paris and one to try and make the world a better place."

"Enchante." Lincoln said. "I think that's how you say it."

'Hahaha. That is so correct, Lincoln. Mason told me about you and Luna, and how you cool you were. Of course he... didn't exactly tell me about you fighting crime with him. And... I've seen what he is capable of as Color Fire, and how well he handles any enemies fighting him.

"Yeah, Mason is one radical dude." Luna remarked, patting her new friend on the back. "Oh. Merci Beaucoup, Luna." Before the rocker girl knew it, she felt Mason kiss her on the cheeks, making her blush a little.

"Oh. You... you kissed me." she said

"And what's wrong with... oh! Don't worry, it's nothing to do with being in love. In France, and a few other places in Europe, it's a custom to kiss people on the cheek as a greeting."

"Ohhhhh. Okay." Luna understood now.

"So, if you kids like, I can give you a trip to France or even England one of these days."

"Really?" Lincoln asked

"Oui, I am a scientist and I make a lot of money. Of course, I will have to talk to your parents about it."

"That sounds awesome. Mostly England, but France is good too." Luna said

"Oh! That reminds me." Mason remembered. He pulled out something that revealed to be a flag. And, it was a peculiar flag. "I'm not forcing you to become French, Luna, but... I just wanted to give this to you."

Luna looked at it, and it was the flag of France on it, like a wallpaper, or the size of a wallpaper. "Wow. That's a nice flag."

"Yeah, but if you don't want it, I understand, and I can take it back-"

"No, it's quite fine, Mason. I love it. I can hang it next to the Union Jack flag next to my bunk."

Mason smiled gratefully and he was glad that Luna liked this little gift.