Ah, Ukraine. Mrs. Pickles had done a project about Ukraine once for school. However, he re remembered almost nothing about it. It was sort of like Russia. But it wasn't Russia. At all. Reminding himself that Violet Reaper didn't seem to be a fan of chit-chat, he nodded in response to her answer and remained silent for the rest of the trip. 

Surprisingly, Clarence enjoyed the company of silent people. Although they were definitely judging you, just like every other person, they wouldn't openly criticize you. Although Clarence was usually open to hearing criticism, general tips about how to live life were annoying. He already knew that he was doing that wrong, and didn't need somebody reminding him. 

Clarence also noted that the hero was attractive, like most heterosexual males. However, Clarence was far too clueless and busy for girls. Clarence knew he'd make a terrible boyfriend, as he'd be far too preoccupied by his two pastimes. Taking care of his family, and drinking.

Mrs. Pickles spent most of the ride staring out of the window and thinking about how this whole hero thing was going to work and quickly realized that at least one of four things would have to happen for his life to work out.

1. He'd have to research and figure out a way to get super powers. Fast.
2. He'd have to find someone to train him. Fast.
3. He'd have to stumble upon a useful and extremely powerful weapon or artifact. The his mother had given him was great for party tricks but not much else, and the hunting rifle could only do so much.
4. He'd have to give up and find another job.

Right now, option one seemed the most appealing. Mrs. Pickles made a mental note to go to the library at some point, or at least ask around about how some people had gained their powers. Then, the police cruiser came to a stop and Mrs. Pickles realized that he was at HQ.

Clarence hopped out of the vehicle, impressed by the building. However, he had seen enough photos to avoid embarrassing himself by audibly gasping at the large headquarters. Then, Clarence realized something horrifying. This wasn't just climbing through the ranks. This wasn't a Class C jumping up two or three ranks. Usually, Class Cs who ranked up by only a few slots were sent an email or a letter. This was a significant climb in the ranks.

Mrs. Pickles tried not to gulp as he and Violet Reaper walked up the stairs quietly as several heroes, number crunchers, and other individuals walked in and out of HQ. Upon entry, Mrs. Pickles saw a woman exiting the lobby, but did not know it was to retrieve Angel Grace. A young man with sharp looking suit and tie strode over to the two heroes.

He looked at Violet Reaper and smiled politely. [color=f7941d]"Hello Violet Reaper,"[/color] he said. Although the man didn't literally bow, he was so polite and sincere that he seemed to. He looked at Clarence.

[color=f7941d]"And you must be..."[/color] he paused, [color=f7941d]"...Mrs. Pickles."[/color] Clarence nodded. The man smirked. [color=f7941d]"So, you're the one that defeated a Chimera and managed to slay the crab monster?"[/color] Clarence slowly nodded.

The young man seemed prepared to lead them to the lobby but then hesitated. [color=f7941d]"Erm... if you don't mind me asking... what powers do you have, exactly?"[/color]

Clarence had enough experience lying, so his lie came quickly and naturally. [color=8dc73f]"Ah, my powers are a bit complex. I'll spare you the details of a boring and confusing explanation."[/color]

The man nodded, understanding. [color=f7941d]"Fair enough. I'm sure we'll have time later to discuss them in detail."[/color] Hopefully not. 

The man walked Violet Reaper and Mrs. Pickles to the lobby where the Guardian was already waiting. [i]An S RANK![/i] thought Mrs. Pickles. He recognized the Guardian immediately. He, like most citizens, could recognize the majority of S ranked heroes with ease. Upon entering the room, something at the back of Mrs. Pickles mind reminded him about previous run ins with the church and vaguely recalled that the Guardian was associated with them, but he dismissed these thoughts as he extended a hand to the hero. As long as Angel Grace didn't show up, he'd be fine. [color=8dc73f]"Erm... hello. I'm Cla-Mrs. Pickles. It's nice to meet you."[/color]