Hiro could hear the sirens from almost a mile away. It had become like a sixth sense to him, being able to tell when something was amiss in the busy streets of San Fransokyo.

"We should check it out," he said climbing onto Baymax's back. He always kept his flying suit under his college sweater, and he was able to cram his helmet into his backpack.

"I do not recommend it," the robot disapproved. Hiro rolled his eyes, of course he didn't, there was always something. That's what I get for having a medic robot as a sidekick.

"Wings," he instructed. The red panels flung out, and the thrusters began to whir beneath him.

"Hiro, you've already been late twice this week to class." He was right, but the sound of the police cars coming closer to his location totally blocked any ideas of going to his college class.

"We're preforming a public service," he grinned, "lets go." They took off into the air, but kept themselves just below skyline so they could track the activity below.

It appeared that the robber was in a vehicle, and was speeding through the street like a NASCAR driver. Whoever it was knew what he was doing,

Hiro pointed to the road where the bandit turned, "Dive, Baymax, we can cut him off." The wind accelerated dramatically, and the fifteen year old boy couldn't help but whoop with pure exhilaration. This is living, was the only thing that went through his head.

Baymax hovered over the escaping criminal's car, increased speed to get in front of it, and began to dig his feet into the asphalt ground.

The car squeaked when the metal bent in, and all Hiro could do was hold on so he wouldn't be flung out into traffic. Having to be peeled off the street was not on his to-do list for the day.

As the police showed up, they slammed on their breaks and came out to see the scene.

"Must've been Big Hero 6," one said. In front of them sat the robber; hands tied and a sock hanging out of his mouth, seeing as that was all Hiro could find in his backpack that would suffice for a gag.

" , you are late once again." His professor stated as Hiro entered the room.

"I know, I was held up...sort of."

"Well, I hope you studied up on nuclear astrophysics last night because as of now we are taking a pop quiz on the notes I just gave to the present class." Professor Gould began handing out papers, but stopped when he came to Hiro's desk.

"Hiro," he sighed gently, "you are a very bright boy; almost unbelievably brilliant, and I'm positive that in the back of your mind you already know that you're going to ace this quiz. You have an amazing gift, but you really are throwing it away with your reputation. You've been tardy at least five times every month, and I won't tolerate it. Punctuality is a very important attribute."

Hiro nodded, "I'll try and do better." The teacher put a hand on his shoulder as if to say 'I'm holding you to that', and walked off to deliver the next quiz.

After class, he went to his lab to meet up with his friends. All of them were already waiting patiently, except Fred who was practically touching everything in sight to find out what its function was.

"What is this?" He asked holding up a "foreign" object to the light.

Hiro took it away from him, and place it back in its drawer. "It's a toothbrush, I spent the night here a couple days ago to finish up a project."

"I've never seen one of those in my life," he said sitting back in a seat.

Gogo rolled her eyes, "Shocking," she then pulled out a file from her shoulder bag, "Anyway, the real reason why we are here, I was able to find the specs on the guy you caught this morning."

"What about him?"

"Apparently there was a video of the same guy talking to someone else who was accused of a crime last week."

Hiro shrugged, "Don't follow."

Honey Lemon stood up and gave Hiro two mug shots, "These men were caught, at different times, a couple months ago for two unrelated crimes. There's footage of them having a conversation days before as well, but they had no reason to be in contact." She pushed her glasses up her face, "Unless you listen to the video of both incidents, you'd think that these guys were just partners in crime."

"So what changes that?" Hiro inquired.

Gogo crossed her arms, "They were talking about their boss. Think about it, I mean, not many criminals have bosses. Plus, by their descriptions, it seems like both pair of men were working for the same guy."

Wasabi shook his head in disgust, "What wack job hires criminals?"

"Classic comic book villain, people." Fred said rubbing his hands together, "how do we catch him?" Hiro had no idea. How are you suppose to catch a villain if you didn't even know his name? Or even a theory of what his motives were.

"We could start by finding out who he is," Hiro suggested kind of feeling like he was stating the obvious.

Wasabi put a thumb up in the air, "Great plan. Except for one thing...I am not walking up to a robber and saying 'Hey, who do work for? We're trying to capture him oh and, by the way, we are Big Hero 6. Nice to meet you."

Hiro raised an eyebrow, "I was just thinking 'Who do you work for?', and you don't have to go in. I'll just go with Baymax. We are the ones that captured him for the authorities."

"No, then we'll get the police involved."

Hiro pursed his lips, but then something came to mind. "If this is the second occurrence in the matter of weeks; then there's bound to be a third one soon. We could set up cameras in all the alleys, and ghetto areas of town. This time we may get some more clues of who we're dealing with. It is kind of a risk, but it's better than doing nothing."

Fred smiled so hard it looked like his face was going to crack, "I like the sound of this. We'll be the eyes of San Fransokyo."

Gogo sighed, "We'll also be up all night setting up spy cameras. We better get on it."