“Donovan, get in here!”

The man in question, spending his first few minutes in the office for the past few weeks since he'd awakened, knew that yell all too well. Mr. Harken, his employer, seemed to be upset with him. This wasn't unusual by any means. Harken was often upset with a lot of people and expressed his discontent by shouting. They mostly learned how to live with that and not take it personally. He sighed and set down the photos he was proofing for the next issue and went to meet his fate.

“Yeah, boss.”

“Where the hell have you been Flynn? I haven't heard so much as a fart from you in weeks.”

He didn't really have an answer. His last assignment in Morocco had been successful enough and he hadn't been sent on another assignment since that one. He worked from home sometimes, proofing and correcting some of his photos using photoshop. Some of the better ones were printed for his collection. Though he could never publish them, the images belonged to the magazine, he liked keeping scrap books of the photos he took. It was almost like a visual yardstick of where his life had been. It was as close to a diary as he would ever keep.

Besides, he couldn't really explain to the man that he was no longer just Donovan Flynn, transient photographer for Wild World magazine. He was now also Vesuvius, Page of Pluto and being that knight meant going out every night and facing down monsters or members of the opposite team that wanted to beat him up or kill him. It was hard to say how he felt about all of this. Yes, he liked the power and being a superhero but that also meant that someone now expected something of him and he had the ability to save people in a bigger way. It was almost too much for his fragile state of maturity to handle.

“Needed some time.” He offered, somewhat unhelpfully. “You haven't called me in on assignment.”

"I need you in Morocco."

"Morocco?"

He knew there had to be wildlife there, naturally, but the city was not known for their extraordinary animals. It was truly a beautiful place, to be sure. He'd been there once on a piece about a traveling menagerie but he did not remember it standing out for wildlife otherwise.

"It's a small country on the coast of Africa..."

"I know where it is, boss. What's the piece? For how long?"

"You got somewhere else to be?"

He paused and considered it. Flynn wouldn't have before; he'd have packed up without any notice at all, on a dime if he had to. Now he had an apartment with his cousin now, somewhere to call his own. Against all of his straining and resisting he was actually putting down roots. He couldn't say so, not aloud. Instead he shrugged.

"Maybe."