"So, you're building your own armored super hero squad? Or, encouraging one, at least?"

A mixture of feelings passed through her mind. Mom would approve. Dad would either be sending more gangs or smiting them with fire, depending on his mood that day. Liza thought leaving thugs zip-tied to the lamp posts nightly sounded like fun. Worryingly, the Basilisk agreed.

"Ok. Count me in. Heck, I'd be doing that with or without the equipment upgrades."