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planet.”
    “You’re right. I don’t believe it.”
    A man spoke from behind them. Belligerent. Taunting. “Hey. Did I hear right? You that super guy, from that reactor accident?”
    Jake shook his head wearily. Here we go again .
    He looked over his shoulder. “Look, buddy. I don’t want any trouble, okay?”
    The challenger was early twenties, a little taller than Jake. College football player, he figured, by the way the guy’s shoulders pulled his t-shirt tight. He had a wide jaw, and a wide smile showing big teeth, but his brows were dropped, and his smile was not one of pleasantness.
    With him was another man about his age and size. Great, Jake thought. Two football jocks filled with too much beer, and who can’t get enough rough-housing on the football field so they have to look for more in bars.
    There was also a girl with them. About a foot shorter. Long straight blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall. Mini skirt and fishnet stockings. She wore them well.
    “Look, Rick,” she said. “Leave the guy alone.”
    “Hey,” he said. “I want to meet this Jake Calder guy. The guy who can lift a Mack truck.”
    Scott said, now becoming serious for real. “Come on, man, we’re not looking for any trouble.”
    “You shut up, little man, or you’re going out the door head first.”
    The bartender shouted to him, “Hey, man! That’s it. You gotta leave.”
    “I’m not leaving until..,”
    Jake stood up. He had his beer in his hand and he was not looking for a fight, but he knew one was going to happen whether he wanted it or not.
    The football player probably outweighed him by thirty pounds, all of it muscle, but Jake had been on the wrestling team in high school and had done some kick boxing in college. He figured he could probably handle this guy even without powering-up. But Jake knew he would also have to fight the guy’s pal, and it was possible, in a rowdy college bar on a Saturday night, a free-for-all would develop and people could get hurt.
    The quickest way to handle this would be to end it without having to fight. So, Jake began to power-up. It took little effort. It was really not much more than simply flipping a mental switch and letting the process happen.
    A familiar warm sensation flooded through him. Regrettable because not only had he not wanted trouble, but the more he powered-up, the less anything could harm him or even affect him. The buzz he had been developing from the beer quickly faded away.
    He did not power-up fully. In fact, he had never really powered-up to maximum. He was not sure what maximum was when it came to this. Scott figured it was probably on some sort of cosmic level, but Jake had no desire to test it. He powered-up enough so he could handle what was coming, but no more.
    “So,” the football player said. “Is it true what they say? That you can bench press a truck?”
    “They say lots of things. But I really don’t want any trouble.”
    The girl said, “Come on, Rick. Let’s get out of here.”
    “No. I want to see just how powerful this super hero guy is.”
    Jake sighed wearily. “I’m not a superhero.”
    The football player reared back his fist, and drove it into Jake’s face.
    Jake simply stood in place, as the fist collided with his cheekbone. Jake’s head was not rocked even an inch by the punch and he didn’t even spill his beer, but there was an audible crack from the football player’s knuckles.
    The football guy yelped in pain, stepping back and grabbing his hand.
    “Those knuckles might be broken,” Scott said. “You might want to get to an ER.”
    The bartender now had a baseball bat in one hand. “Whatever you do, you’re not doing it here. Get out.”
    Rick turned toward the door. “Come on, Mandy. Let’s get out of here.”
    But the girl looked at Jake, cocking her heard a little, squinting her eyes in a way that was a cross between a challenge and saying she liked what she saw. “Mind if I