One boss's "lack of deliverables" is another man's escape.

DAYBREAK
New York City
The light burrows its way through the early morning fog, needling through the lanes between skyscrapers. The Silver Falcon sits perched atop a gargoyle, surveying his city from high above. His ribs still ache and groan from the battle with ElectroRaptor. His neo-biomechanical armor sparks and stutters as it begins the slow process of mending the damage sustained. The armor will heal, but his body is another matter entirely. It's not-

"KEVIN!"

"Hmm? What? Oh, hey boss."

"You need more stuff to do?"

"Pardon?"

"Stop daydreaming and start using that HP Omni 27" All-in-One PC with Blu-ray to do some actual work. Otherwise you're up to your third demerit and that means a warning. Two more warnings and you could get a Written Acknowledgment. Two more of those and it's Production Improvement Plan. And no one survives the Production Improvement Plan."

"Sir, yes sir."

The Silver Falcon knows his arch-nemesis, the nefarious Chief Executive, sent ElectroRaptor to try and stop him. Chief Executive is the one man who knows the Falcon's secret identity, yet for some reason he's opted to toy with the hero instead of revealing to the world that mild-mannered Kevin Belknap is the world's greatest crime fighter. The sick freak seems to take some kind of perverted pleasure in the cat and mouse game. Is there any way to end this and take away the leverage the Executive has over him without compromising his ideals? Only-

"KEVIN! Okay, that's it. Let's go talk to HR."

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