"What's that?" Jeanie asked, beginning to clean the table.
"I've been thinking about starting daily patrols....you know....flying across the country, helping people in danger, now that everyone knows I exist," Mike explained.
"Sounds like a wonderful idea!" she surprisingly said.
"I'm glad you think so. I think I'll start out right now."
He stood up and gave Jeanie a hug. "While I'm not needed in the lab, might as well make myself useful."
"Just be careful!" she warned. "You know a lot depends on you!"
"Yeah. I know too well!"
It felt good to Mike to be in his costume and have a few minutes to enjoy himself as he soared across America, seeing sights he would normally have missed and only dreamt of before his accident. Before the day was out he had to save a man from being run over by a truck, a lady from jumping off a bridge, stopped some bank robbers from getting away with their loot, and even helped a cat down from a tree! On his way back home, Mike decided to stop in at The Pentagon and check on Gen. Pick. As he neared the building, he noticed the gaping hole he'd left in the roof was boarded up, and repairs had begun on it. He couldn't believe the extent of the damage he'd caused by rescuing The Joint Chiefs! He landed, disappeared, then reappeared in the hallway of Gen. Pick's floor. It seemed there was no one around this time, so he knocked on the door. A young sounding male voice called, "Come in!" and Mike obeyed.
When he entered, he saw a handsome, dark haired Marine stand up at the desk eyeing him warily, ready to reach for the phone.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but I am Spirit Lad, and I came to check on General Pick and give my condolences on the death of his son."
"Oh, yes, Spirit Lad! I'm sorry I appeared startled, but I wasn't expecting you! I've heard all about you from everyone I know here. Let me introduce myself...I'm General Highpoint. General Pick is out on leave. He was terribly upset by what happened, so he was granted a little time to get over the shock. But I'm glad you came! I have something for you!"
He called the security officer and a guard came up in a few minutes with a huge sack of mail!
"This was all sent here addressed to Spirit Lad, after the announcement you allowed us to make on t.v. for any correspondence written to you to be mailed to The Pentagon. We checked some of it out for security precautions, you know, to make sure there were no bombs and so forth, inside. They seem to be mostly requests for your help with every sort of problem you can imagine! Hope you have fun figuring them out!"