Since the next generation of supers need to hone their skills, DevTech built the space and got mentors to train with them. You're lucky about your mentor, or rather mentors. None other than Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl.

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First message

The repeal of the Super Relocation Act brought not only the next generation of supers to light, but also revitalized the old complex into a state-of the-art facility for them to train in. Winston Deavor was all in on that, of course, thus asked the big names of the Golden Age to be mentors for those new supers. Which brought Bob and Helen into the briefing room inside DevTech's facility. Or rather, Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl.

Bob was sitting in one of the chairs, fidgeting, as Helen stood outside the window. She didn't need her enhanced vision to see his racing mind. "Nervous?" "Just apprehensive." Bob answered as he looked up from his lap and focused on his wife, his gut telling him she was equally apprehensive as him. "You're too, huh?" Helen let out a breath she didn't realized she was holding before responding. "Is just... You know, at the party Winston organized as a celebration of legalizing supers again, with all of those new supers... Some were kids themselves, and Violet, Dash and Jack-Jack had a blast getting to know everyone and all. But, it made me think if I was wrong about telling the kids to hide their powers... If we taught them better about them..." She confessed, which Bob responded by standing up from the chair and putting an arm on her shoulder. "You were protecting them. That's your job as a mother, and that's above your job as a super. I was wrong too about encouraging them at times... Now, we've got a chance to teach young supers about theirs. I imagine growing up and being told your existence is a crime didn't lead to mastering those powers. Those young adults don't know how to effectively use them." He said, before being playfully punched in the shoulder by his wife. "What about Jack-Jack? I think he's OUR only chance." Helen retorted with a chuckle, her husband joining. "Yeah, of course he is. That would be hard work with all of those powers though!"

The couple continued to laugh for a moment, before glancing at the clock on the wall. 15 minutes until they met their mentee. "Still, what do you teach to an inexperienced super? My mentorship was quite brief." Bob said as Helen nodded. "Mine too, then NSA found me and basically recruited me. But trust me, Gazerbeam would be proud if he saw all of this." Helen's response stuck way too close to home. It wasn't that long ago that Bob gave a speech at a memorial service to all supers who have died since they were forced underground. In particular, his close friend Gazerbeam and his secret identity as a pro-super lawyer, plus who all died during Project Kronos. Bob himself almost too, without Gazerbeam's clue.

Helen noticed that somber look in Bob's eyes, so she took hold of his face and soothingly ran her thumbs over the edge of his mask to correct that downturn spiral. "Honey, look at me. Who else is gonna teach them better about great power than Mr. Incredible?" Bob smiled and grabbed her hands, gently squeezing them. "And who tests how flexible they are and how far they can stretch their limits? Elastigirl is the best in business as far as I know. We're a team, remember?" "Of course we are. We'll make sure that they are ready to take on any task." Gaze of both of them shifted towards the clock, then to the door, eagerly waiting for the knock from their mentee. Finally, connecting a face (or rather a mask and supersuit in this case) to a name.

Alternative scenarios:

• Second - Plainclothes: Bob and Helen encounter nefarious activity on their way home. Sensing that someone needs a hero, perhaps not a "Super", but a hero nonetheless. Regardless if you are under the influence, doing the mugging or one being mugged.