After nearly an hour on public transport and a few more minutes walking to specific stations, Peter finally finds himself in Murray Hill, and the first thing he realizes when he arrives is that it would have been faster to have taken an Uber or a Taxi there. straight from his house, which would have taken approximately 20 minutes. Of course the boy had to have gone to Central Station to pick up his uniform, listen to all of Professor Murdock's warnings, and say goodbye to his friends; but still, the brunette was in a mix of emotions, on the one hand a little irritated by the distance he was from his internship location, but mainly how close he was to Iron Man's mentor; Dr. Ho Yinsen, he got goosebumps just thinking about it.
Walking after leaving the bus stop, quickly glancing at the GPS to make sure where he was going, the boy recalls the extensive research he had done on the Afghan-born teacher who had helped Ironman make him who he was today, he did have a recent history of building and researching support equipment for heroes, but where he was recognized worldwide was in the scientific area; PhD's in Medicine, Mechanical Engineering and Physics, several awards from various organizations, as well as two Nobel Prizes, in Physics and Medicine. Even though he wasn't a hero, or didn't seem to have many hero connections, he was definitely impressive.
Momentarily lost in his daydreams, Peter barely notices when he arrives at the apartment complex where Dr. Yinsen theoretically lived. Having researched the address before researching the man himself, Peter had thought that Mr. Stark had given the wrong address, as he thought the mentor of hero number 1 lived in at least one of the big houses farther back. on the same street, not in that tiny apartment complex. But when researching the Doctor and knowing his humble origins and his own way of being and talking to people in interviews or lectures, Peter could see that his personality was quite different, if not opposite, to that of his idol Tony Stark , which didn't sound like such a bad thing.
Entering the place, Peter quickly climbs a few flights of stairs towards the apartment number written on the paper; as it was almost 9:30 in the morning, there didn't seem to be many people in the building, most probably at school or work, he could only hear a few voices and a few songs from the radio when he walked through each door, until he arrived at the apartment number 304. Checking the number written on the paper by Mr. Stark a few times, especially making sure that it was a "4" and not a "9", he knocks on the door that opens with a creaking, it was unlocked. Poking his head in, he looks to see if there is anyone;
— Hello!? Anybody home? - the boy asks, but gets no answer, looking at the small entrance hall, he turns to look at some paintings and photos on the wall, quickly recognizing the scientist and two women, one older and one younger at various times "At least I'm in the right house" he thinks – I'm Peter Parker, from MA, I came to my internship!
The boy slowly enters the house, passing through the entrance hall and reaching what appears to be the living room, but unlike a traditional room, with the dining table and some sofas and armchairs, he finds the small dining table instead. leaning against the wall between two windows, and instead of cushioned seats, he sees several red rugs and cushions with detailed designs scattered across the floor, recalling the scientist's Afghan origin and traditional design. Looking a little closer, he notices a small, old-fashioned television set on a table near the pillows, a hallway probably leading to the bedrooms, and an entrance to the right showing the kitchen.
Peter feels more comfortable in that place than he imagined; he had never visited Mr. Stark's house, but from the social media videos he posted it was gigantic, and for having always lived in small places (he thought, as he couldn't remember where he had lived with his parents in his early years of life) thought a big place would intimidate him, so he was glad the place was a lot more humble than he'd anticipated.
Peter thinks about what he was going to do; he didn't have Mr. Yinsen's phone number so he could at most ask Mr. Stark to speak to him while waiting outside for him to arrive without a pre-teen having broken into his house. The boy considered this plan and was about to leave, until he noticed a shelf with some things; they looked like trophies and awards, but it was something else that caught his attention.
Leaving the suitcase on the floor, the boy walks over to see what looks like a replica of Tony Stark's first Arc reactor. Everyone knew he had built it to power his first armor and had been changing reactors over time. Replicas from the different reactors were famous and either cost thousands of dollars or were nearly impossible to get, but Peter felt this was the real deal. Moving closer for a closer look, but not daring to touch him;
— Beautiful, isn't it? - a voice asks behind Peter
In a quick move, Peter turns to the person behind him and smacks his arm, from the bottom up, into what was in that person's hands and the same person stumbles backwards. In an instant, Peter recognizes the old man from the videos and photos he had found on the internet and immediately his body reacts, he takes a quick step forward and holds the man's shirt with his left arm so he doesn't fall, and with the Right, he takes what he had thrown up, in this case a cardboard box, and in precise movements collects everything that was inside the box, in this case plastic cups with earth, before they shatter on the floor.
Embarrassed, Peter brings the gentleman forward a little to stand up and hands him the box with the earthen cups;
— Oh my...I'm so sorry... - the boy says lowering his head a little and scratching the back of his neck - I am...
— Peter Parker – the man's voice was very soft, he smiles, looking a little amused by the situation – I saw you at the Sports Festival, I didn't think your reflexes were that good – he says standing up and referring to the box and taking it to the kitchen
— Sorry for that too - the boy says even more embarrassed - and sorry for breaking into your house...
— No, that was my fault – he says coming back from the kitchen – I forgot I had to pick up some projects from the school I teach and ended up going at the last minute – he then arrives in front of Peter and extends his hand – Dr. Ho Yinsen, a pleasure
Peter was then able to get a better look at the appearance of the man he was going to intern with for the next week; he was very tall and slender, with fair skin, a thin, elongated face, a more prominent nose, and a face without many wrinkles. He was bald and his face was smooth except for the whitish goatee on his chin. Brown eyes and thin-framed round glasses gave him an intellectual air, along with his clothes; khaki pants, shoes, a shirt with a tie and a sweater over it, he looked like a college professor on the weekend; what he technically was.
— Peter Parker, the pleasure is all mine - Peter says greeting the doctor - I'm sorry again for the incident, I was distracted
— Distracted with the Arc reactor or with the trophies? - the man asks pointing to both and standing next to Peter
— The reactor in the case... - the boy says - but the trophies are also very... good? They are yours? - the boy tries to follow the subject after the little embarrassment
— No – the man doesn't seem to care and takes a picture from the wall, handing it to Peter – they're hers
Peter takes the photo in hand to see Dr. Yinsen himself, without much difference, next to a girl who at first glance does not look very much like Yinsen, but something in her eyes and similar glasses make Peter think she is his daughter. The girl was shorter than her father, had a thin face, a small nose and her hair was a shade of pink. She was wearing a gown and holding a diploma, smiling at the camera beside the man who was also smiling.
— If you want to unpack your things; your bedroom is the door on the left and the bathroom is the door on the right - he says pointing to the hallway, and Peter nods, takes his briefcase, returns the photo and heads towards the bedroom.
Entering the room he is faced with a very simple room; beige walls, a window overlooking the street, a single bed with white sheets, a small wooden wardrobe, and a wooden chest of drawers. Not wanting to waste time arranging his clothes in the drawers, the boy simply leaves the suitcase on the floor at the foot of the bed and holds the suitcase with the number 18 in front of him, which holds his newest uniform. After the attempt to repair his original uniform with Aunt May's help had gone down the drain, he had tried in various ways to have his uniform designed by Stark Industries, but there were some problems; Tony had said that the design of the uniforms passed through other people, so having a late student ordering the uniform would raise suspicion, but he had promised that he had contacted someone who would give him an ultra-modern uniform in the future, but he needed something in the present.
Fortunately, his new friend from the support course Riri found him after the sports festival and between conversations he had mentioned the state of his uniform and she had volunteered to be responsible for repairing and upgrading it as part of her work for classes at Professor Octavius, responsible for the support department. And now, here was the result;
Opening the case he can see the three separate parts of the uniform; the outfit itself, the mask and the gloves, as he wanted to test the clothes, he had left extra equipment out, as he would have to see exactly what he would want to wear on a daily basis.
He first takes off his clothes, leaving only his underwear and taking the larger part of his uniform; which apparently packed very well, as it had unfolded in little space for its size, and apparently Riri had actually considered her notes and orders, the blue and red tones, the extra padding for the knuckle tips and the whole pattern with the black webs across the chest and back of the garment. He puts his legs first through the opening above and pulls him into his torso before tucking his arms into the sleeves until his hands are out. He then stops and realizes... that he was at least two sizes too big. It didn't make sense, he'd checked his measurements three times before sending it out, it was okay to be a few inches wrong, but he felt like two of him could fit in there. Quickly looking at the briefcase he notices a note that has been left in the space under the uniform;
"Press the spider to adjust the size. – Riri"
Peter didn't know what exactly the girl in the support class was referring to, until he looked down and saw the black spider symbol on his chest, whose legs were splayed across the chest of the uniform; he notices the symbol's different texture and material, looking more like light metal, and then presses it down, causing the uniform to shrink and fit right on his body, as if it had shrunk in a second. Peter felt that some old movie had a sneaker that did that, but he couldn't remember exactly which one it was.
The same then realizes that the clothes had been made with long sleeves, he sighs and rolls them up to close to the elbow, releasing his wrists and seeing the large scar on the right, he needed to find a way to use that power better. The boy takes the gloves from the briefcase and puts them on, these were the ideal size in the case and with the preferred features; the fingertips with a thinner fabric for his arrows and with bulges at the end of the fist for better punches. Taking the mask but still not putting it on, he goes back to the living room to find Dr. Yinsen
Arriving in the room, Peter could see the gentleman placing the plastic cups with soil in the window, they probably contained plant seeds, and he soon raises his head and looks at the boy and his uniform, then standing up and addressing the boy.
— It's a nice uniform this one - he says as he gets close and smiles admiring the outfit
— Thanks – Peter says taking another look at the outfit – my first one was ruined so I asked a friend to give me a hand.
— Do you have a friend who knows how to work with smart fiber? - Dr. Yinsen asks
— Smart fiber? – Peter could even know a lot about Quirks and superheroes, but not that much.
— It's one of the most used types of fabric for beginner superheroes – he explains – you connect the fibers individually to small machines, which are located in the most protected pieces of clothing, which collect them depending on the available space, being commanded by a mini plate. computer attached – he says touching the spider symbol – they are great clothes; they are light, adjustable and if there is an injury, they are able to recognize the blood flow and pressure the circulation enough to reduce the bleeding, like a mini automatic tourniquet
— Cool… - the boy says, putting on his mental list to thank Riri for the hard work
— But! – you say picking up some things from the next table – we are not here for a fashion show, we have to train you to be a hero, right? - He says handing what appeared to be ski goggles but with the visor completely painted in black
— That's right... but what are we going to do exactly? - the boy asks putting the glasses on his head, but not putting them on his eyes yet
— This is an orbital remote control device that we use for repairs and construction of large devices - you say showing what appeared to be an iron sphere filled with plates and with a thin iron barrel, he then points to such a "pipe" - this little thing is a plasma welder, which has been calibrated to release tiny amounts of plasma in short periods, it's generally used for soldering, but let's use it to test your reflexes
— Like that old movie; "The New Hope"! - the boy says putting the glasses
— Yeah, we can say that... - the Doctor says activating the control and making the sphere rise from the table and float towards Peter, until it was about half a meter from the boy -very well Peter, our goal is to test your reflexes; Tony gave me a brief description of your powers, so let's focus on firing webs and on the "Peter Tingle" or something like that...
— It's "Spider Sense" ... - the boy says a little disappointed that Tony knows that name, but soon puts himself in position, squatting a little and trying to perceive his surroundings with his other senses
— Vamos lá então! – o doutor diz e pega um controle remoto, ligando alguns botões que logo fazem a esfera se erguer da mesa e começar a flutuar na direção de Peter
The sphere vibrated slightly as it floated, but it was barely noticeable. Even having watched the festival, Yinsen starts the test slowly, just advancing the machine towards Peter. Peter easily notices the approach and deviates to the side, avoiding the robot, with this the older man increases the speed of the advances that the robot was making towards the boy more and more, and the boy had no problem keeping up with the increase in the rhythm.
In a short time, Peter already dodged the machine as if he always knew where it would come from, he jumped, ducked, dodged, always felt a shiver coming from exactly where the floating sphere was, even though he couldn't see anything. However, this soon changes, he hears a small firing sound, and something coming much faster catches him off guard, and soon he feels his pulse burn slightly, as if he had touched a newly extinguished candle with his arm.
— Ouch! – he says rubbing his arm after the attack
— Rest assured, everything was calibrated so as not to do too much damage - the teacher says preparing another shot
— Well, thanks for that! – Peter says sarcastically before giving a backflip in the air to escape another shot
"Come on, come on, I need a strategy!" the boy thinks to himself "this is like a simulation, it's not a gauge, face it as a real fight" luckily Peter was great at creating villain fantasies against him as a hero, he had been doing this since he was four;
"Okay, come on, I was hit by a Quirk that blinded me...no, too heavy, that threw a substance over my eyes that I can't get out. Better! The villain escaped and left the henchman to distract me while he runs away!" Peter thinks as he dodges once more the shot and the robot "but to chase the villain and get it out of my eyes I need to capture this...guy?" Peter thinks dodging once more on the little robot and its shots. After yet another mortal in the air, Peter uses a maneuver he's been training with with his web shot. He concentrates and feels the web flowing down his arm, which in itself was a pretty weird feeling, like he was going to pee, but down his arm, he then feels the web stop on a piece of his arm and before it she can get out, he presses the finger of his other hand over the web, forcing it out into a smaller space. This causes, with the pressure and liquidity of the web, it spreads, like water in a hose, and forms a net, which is quickly released and holds the little robot to the wall completely. But what Peter didn't expect was the pain that would come with it;
— AGH! – the boy screams falling to his knees on the floor and squeezing his arm
Yinsen, as a doctor used to even more urgent and precarious situations, calmly, but quickly goes towards the boy and takes him to the living room table, sitting him in one of the chairs so he could wash his wound, he goes out to get the kit first aid while Peter removes his glasses and looks at the wound; realizing that it was much bigger than it normally was.
He had forgotten about the scar on his wrist and now blood was running down his arm and the pain was throbbing. Yinsen soon returns with the necessary apparatus and with precision and speed, he is able to clean the blood and stop the bleeding masterfully. He wrapped the gauze around Peter's arm and so far neither of them had spoken;
— I assume you were surprised by this? - the man asks Peter
— The bruises have already happened – the boy says making a little face in pain – but my arm is becoming more and more sensitive, the webs are slightly acidic and it has caused some damage...
— And have you thought about how to resolve this situation? – the oldest asks again
— Not really...– the boy says scratching the back of his neck with his good arm – I was hoping you could help me with something, as Mr. Stark never discussed this power with me much, I basically had to learn it on my own...
—... – Yinsen is silent for a moment, as if considering his next words – you know, we have a motto in the Support area, especially in M.A; "There is a solution for everything" is something that motivates us to seek the answers to the questions and problems we have, it is challenging as well as comforting, but we always focus on one thing: we will solve our problems ourselves.
"Asking for help is not wrong, it's even advisable, but at the end of the day, your problems and your doubts are your own, and you need to come to your own conclusions, of course, people can advise you on what they would do in your place, show things they could do, but you need to make your decisions about the kind of hero you want to be. When heroes send requests to Support agencies, they place their requests based on what they know about their Quirk and the hero or heroine they want to be; if they didn't, the Support that would be creating the heroes"
— So, in my view, your admiration for Stark, no matter how genuine, is what's keeping you from being your own hero – the doctor says getting up from his chair – he has resources, intelligence, contacts and years of experience, plus a Quirk completely different from yours, no matter how close they really are. I want you to think about it, I heard I'm good at making people consider other points of view – he says taking his overcoat and his hat – I'm going to buy lunch, I would appreciate it if you could clean up this mess – the same says and walk out the door
Peter sits there, the pain of the wound forgotten, drowned in the sea of conflicting thoughts that sail through his mind. "My admiration for Iron Man is what is keeping me from being a hero?"
The two sides, emotional and rational, were at war at that moment, on the one hand, his admiration for the Iron Man was the fuel that drove him to try with all his might to be a hero, but what Dr. Yinsen had said it made sense; he was not and never would be Iron Man, even if he took his place as hero number 1 and as Symbol of Peace, he would never be exactly like his idol and didn't want to be, he needed to nail his own path.
"And it starts with solving my own problems..." He thinks looking at his bandaged arm
An idea then comes to mind, getting up he goes to his backpack in the bedroom, from there he takes his case, some books about Quirks he had brought, along with a book about spiders and his notebook, still a little crumpled , but which would now contain a new page of information;
"Peter Parker: Spider-Man…" He writes, it was time to analyze himself, as he had been doing with other heroes throughout his life.
A little away from that quiet neighborhood where Peter was, another young hero in training heads to the place where he would perform his internship. Danny knew the streets of East Harlem he walked, the stores, the locations, even some people brought back memories of times he had accompanied Orson to the agency or when he took him for a walk. But instead of fond memories and nostalgia, Danny had in his head the name of the one who had ended his father's career, and what he would do about it.
Almost without realizing it, he arrives at his destination, on one of the corners of Third Avenue was the agency at which he would intern; coming across the construction that would be her home and dojo for the next week; the agency of Kung Fu Master hero Shang-Chi. On the outside, the building was very standard and discreet, with nothing too flashy on the outside and mirrored glass, but when he goes in, things change.
Inside, the whole space had an appearance that resembled a lot of Chinese buildings, wooden walls, mostly painted in black, but with landscape images on both walls, some sofas and tables with magazines indicated what appeared to be a kind of front desk, and beyond was a large wooden desk with a black-haired woman talking on a phone while typing on a computer. But what impressed Danny most were the heroes talking at the reception; none of them seemed to be very famous, but they all wore uniforms that gave them away as heroes, as far as the boy could see, they were all martial artist heroes.
"Probably a task force to capture Taskmaster..." The boy thought and took a deep breath before heading towards the table, luckily none of the heroes seemed to have noticed his presence or didn't know who he was. Anyway, Danny was glad that he didn't have many people wanting to talk to him, as they had after the Sports Festival, especially now with Orson's situation.
— Excuse me, my name is Daniel Rand, hero name "Rand" and I'm looking for... - Dany starts talking to the secretary, who as soon as she realizes it, opens her mouth in a perfect "O" and stops talking on the phone
— Shi, I'll talk to you later! – the woman speaks on the phone before hanging up and continues to stare at Danny astonished – it's you...
— Ah yes? – the boy didn't know exactly why, but the woman with Asian features and black hair in a ponytail looked quite excited
— I swore it was a prank in the first email, but it had the M.A stamp and everything else... - she says standing up and watching him as if he were a rare specimen - but you're here now! - She says excited, but soon stops when she hears a voice coming from her left, Danny's right
— All right folks, we've got a long day ahead of us, a lot of work to do and... - The voice was coming from a grown man, in his thirties. He had fair skin, slanted eyes, and straight dark hair slicked back. He was relatively tall and had muscles like a true intensively trained martial artist. He wore floppy shoes and black pants with a red vest with black bits and pieces and sleeves that stopped just past his elbows, he also had what looked like five gray iron bracelets on his right forearm. That was the martial artist hero and leader of the Agency...
— Shang! – the secretary catches his attention, who stops and turns to see his best friend, and asks the other heroes to wait a bit
— What's up Katy? - He says leaning on the counter without noticing Danny
— Your Christmas present arrived early, in flesh, bones and... - This Katy says, but soon leans on Danny's arm and realizes he was much stronger than he looked -... muscle, wow!
— Wait, you're the... - Shang says turning to the boy, for a moment Danny was the one who had become the celebrity
— Daniel Rand, hero name "Rand" it's an honor to be able to intern with you – Danny says politely bending down to the traditional far east Asian greeting
— Ah... the pleasure is all mine... - he says a little embarrassed and then turns to his subordinates - start with the patrol routes we discussed in the morning; Team 3, split up and cover my area until I get there, I'll show the little guy here!
Having said that, everyone else agrees and starts to leave the agency and Shang turns to Danny once more.
— Well, I'm the Kung-Fu Master Hero: Shang-Chi, and I'm honored to have you as an apprentice this week – he says more formally, but still quite enthusiastic – come on then, I'll get you show the space - he says calling Danny as he walks back to the innermost part of the agency. Danny thanks the secretary. Katy apparently, and proceeds to follow the hero.
For the next hour, Danny followed the professional hero around the agency, to see where he would spend the week. The site was actually a dojo before, but Shang-Chi had revamped it as his agency, adding the lobby with secretary, the small office and meeting room for filling out reports and other documents necessary for an agency to function, the cafeteria and a small area near the changing rooms with some small rooms; which were one of the requirements for the agency to be able to receive M.A students, so not all agencies received students, only places with accommodations or, in the case of heroes who were not agency owners, a guest room in the House. These rooms were not very big, a bed with a large drawer underneath that served as a closet, a small desk and a piece of furniture beside the bed, the bathroom that was used was the dressing room.
— I built these a while ago – the hero says referring to the rooms after Danny puts his suitcase in one of them – I get some exchange students from China sometimes
— Any affiliation with a hero school there? - Danny asks with his uniform in hand. The world was full of heroes' academies, but it made sense that it would receive students from abroad, the M.A was a school reference and New York was a reference to heroism
— Yes actually, the "Fu-Man-Shu Institute of Heroes", if you know – the hero says, not looking very excited about the place – my father is the director...
— I've heard... - Danny says, realizing that Shang's father seemed to be a sensitive topic, he didn't want to mention that the institute was one of the biggest hero schools in Asia, and the biggest in China - my father studied at "K 'Un L'Un"
— Wow, the great school of martial heroes of the Himalayas – Shang starts to say, but stops as if he remembered something – your father is Orson Randall right? The Iron Fist?
— Yes, it's him... - Danny says, and feels a regret in himself, not for Orson himself since he was recovering well, but for something else
— Oh, sorry, it's just that... - the hero feels the boy's mood change and thinks the worst, luckily Danny notices and corrects
— Don't worry, he's fine - Danny says forcing a friendlier smile that seems to convince the hero
— Oh phew, good, I was worried for a moment - the hero says in a relieved way - but I just wanted to say he's a big inspiration to me and he was one of the reasons I'm where I am - the hero says opening the arms as if indicating the agency
— Yeah, for me too - Danny responds
— Well, put on your uniform and let's go patrol! - the hero says indicating the men's locker room for Danny who enters to put his uniform for his first day internship with a professional hero.
Not so far away, in a secluded and dimly lit bar in Chinatown, three figures met in the room and faced each other; which were the young villain Ezekiel Stane, sitting on one of the stools and leaning over the table in a relaxed way his henchman/bodyguard Azazel, who was cleaning some dusty glasses he had found and a last figure that was becoming famous these last days : The Hero Hunter, Taskmaster.
He wore a tactical military outfit in white, dark blue and orange, under a kevlar armor of the same colors and which included protection for the torso, forearms, shoulders, thighs and calf. In addition to protecting him, they also hid all the different types of weapons that he knew how to use. He also wore a white hood and a white skull mask, his trademark;
— You called me here… - the man says, crossing his arms and facing the pair – start talking.
— Why the rush, we're all among friends here – young Stane says, opening his arms showing the surroundings, but sees that the mercenary doesn't even move, so he decides to change strategy – straight to the point then, all right; I have a proposal for you...
— Do you know where you can stick your proposal? – Coach starts talking but is interrupted
— You'll find it's beneficial to both of us - Stane says, raising his voice to be above the other - it's logical enough; you kill heroes and i want a dead hero, we both win
— You simplify what I do a lot – the armored man says pulling out his sword in the sheath on his back and inspecting the blade – I kill for a reason, I'm not just any murderer or a psychopath
— Well, not that I minded if you were, but this person pissed me off a lot, is that enough reason? - Stane was already tired of that guy, so he made fun of him and his morality or whatever.
— Hmmm
The man says nothing, still inspecting his blade and with his back to Ezekiel, but in one swift move, he turns and strides toward Stane, sword in hand ready for a fatal top-down blow. But in the blink of an eye, Azazel teleports from behind the drinks counter to Zeke's side, one of his swords drawn and blocking Taskmaster's attack on his opponent.
— Bitte, we're all civilized men - the devil man says, not seeming to make much effort holding his opponent's sword
— You are a combination of the two types of people I hate the most; someone who only thinks about himself... - he then turns his face to Azazel, even if only the mask is being noticed - and someone who says he's big, but who can't defend himself - he says and gives up the onslaught, giving a few steps back and sheathing his sword again as Azazel disappeared in a cloud of smoke and soon reappeared back behind the counter still cleaning glasses.
"This society is full of heroes with these twisted motivations; they create heroes who care only for their own interests or those of a few, ignoring the interests of the population and the majority. And there are also those who claim to be fighters, but are no match for a prepared opponent, preferring to beat drunks or food thieves in the dead of night than risk their lives in a real disaster."
— These "heroes" are the disease of this world, of this generation, and I will be the one to assess them, if they have passed the necessary training to be considered heroes – he says picking up a bottle on the way to the door – thanks for the booze... – he says leaving
— Should we go after him? - Azazel asks the computer screen where the "master" was
— No, let him go, he'll do enough damage to help us and take the spotlight with him while we prepare our plan behind the scenes
— Finally, I was getting irritated with him - Stane says getting up from the bar chair and going to the back of the room. The master was right, the spotlight and the public would be completely focused on him for the next few days, creating an ideal moment for the recruitment he planned to do for the League; he already had some names of interest.
