Issue #0: Preludes - Alloy
"Well, it's just your luck that I'm up and was about to go for a morning run." Matt chided O'Brien. "A little superheroing sounds a lot better than a jog to get the blood flowing. I'll suit up and meet Skarka there. Roger, over and out."
Matt smirked as he thumbed the phone off. O'Brien wasn't a bad person, but his constant insistence that everything be done according to some official protocol was annoying.
He woke the sleeping beauties, ushering them out with compliments of an enjoyable evening and handing them each small roses that he folded out of tissue paper and turned to silver.
Finally alone, he suited up in one of his Alloy costumes; a specially designed running suit that, when turned to metal, wouldn't hinder his vision or movement. After checking himself in the mirror, he headed out to Geartown, hoping that the casualties that O'Brien mentioned were other criminals and not innocent victims.