was just like any other day, you were coming home from you mildly awful job, deciding to stop in the corner drug store for a microwavable meal you come out about 10 minutes later bag in hand, ready to go home and watch TV or something. However before you could take more than 10 steps from the store a large duffel bag fell into your hands. Confused you looked up and saw a streak of fire go across the sky but it moved too fast and too bright for you to figure out what it was. Deciding you want to know what was in the duffel bag you unzipped it and saw stacks and stacks of hundred dollar bills. you couldn't even begin to calculate how much money was in there but you were positive you have never held more money in your life. Police sirens blared in the distance and perhaps as gut reaction you ran home, duffel bag in hand.

After running all the way home for about 15 minutes you took a moment to catch your breath and then recheck to see if the money was still there. Yes, it is. However before you could even decide on the moral implications of turning it in or keeping it a voice spoke up from behind you."Hey. I believe you have something that belongs to me?"The voice was harsh but calm and as you turned around you saw the beautiful villain Pyrotech standing just a handful of feet away, her arms crossed and her look bemused at your shocked reaction.