With Liberty & Justice For All [Open]

[Kent-Rogers University]

Beverly sits in a crowded lecture hall, tapping the eraser end of a pencil against the table in front of her as her head sits perched against her hand.  She stares dimly ahead.  The instructor at the front of the room drones on in a monotone the likes of which could put toddler hopped up on sugar into a coma.  As the professor reaches the end of his lecture and releases the class, Beverly begins to leave.  Those around her shut laptops and unplug cables.  She closes a notebook and takes to the stairs.  "Ms. North," the professor calls out.  "A moment, please?"  Beverly turns and marches down the steps of the lecture hall, meeting on his level.  "Beverly, I would appreciate it if you at least acted like my class was at all engaging to you.  Dare I say challenging.  At least participate in class discussions.  Help get others talking."

"With respect, professor, you're the one paid to teach, not me," Beverly says.

"I still don't understand why, with all of your talent, you aren't pursuing a degree in a scientific field so you get classes more suited to your level.  The world of innovation needs great minds like yours."

Beverly shoves a hand into one of her pockets.  "No, it doesn't.  It has my dad, already."

"And he's made leaps and bounds in the scientific community and made wonderful contributions to the world as a whole, but you are a part of a new generation.  You have perspective that he lacks."

You have no idea.  "Listen, Professor, I appreciate you taking an interest in my future-" Probably an unhealthy one, mind you.  "-but I know what I'm doing.  Okay?  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a puppy and a kitten at home and need to make sure they don't kill each other." Beverly pats man on the shoulder and walks off.

Outside, Beverly looks to either side.  The crowds around her disperse into the night.  She takes to leaning against a street light until no one is in sight.  Reaching into her bag, she grabs a small remote-like device and presses the blue button in its center.  Standing upright, Beverly walks into a nearby alley when the roaring of a powerful engine bounces along the building walls.  A sleek motorcycle stops between the two buildings.  Beverly emerges from a corner, dressed head-to-toe in her red, white, and blues, pulling her mask and hood over her head and coiling her scarf around her neck.  "All right," she says.  "Let's go see what trouble I can get into."

In a matter of moments, Liberty is racing through the city streets.  The city lights give life to the brick and mortar jungle that Liberty calls her stomping grounds.  People are out at night, touring the old city by way of colorful double-decker buses.  The St. Estrella Museum of Ceremonies shines bright at night, with neon illuminating various preserved floats from parades and signs depicting fireworks displays.  Even the old Patriot-Radio Tower's light can be seen over several blocks.