The limo pulled out of the Presidential Palace and started to head towards the Azambian International Airport. Makabee sat pensive in the back seat with his father, who was known to the world as Witch Doctor. He really didn’t understand why his father was sending him to stay with Doctor Numan in America. As usual, Witch Doctor wasn’t one to explain his motives. Naturally Makabee blamed himself for his exile.

As the limo sped through Azambia City, Makabee couldn’t help but looking at the windows at his home. He wondered wistfully when he’d see it again. Witch Doctor resplendent in his armor as straight in his seat and was studying some documents.

“Makabee,” said Witch Doctor, “stop fidgeting. It’s unseemly.”

Makabee ducked his head at the rebuke.

“Yes Father,” said Makabee, “however, I just don’t understand. Why are you sending me to America? I didn’t think you liked America, or Doctor Numan for that matter.”

Witch Doctor put down the paper to turn to look at Makabee.

“I have done my best to instruct you in the use of your abilities my son. However, there are limits that cannot be achieved here. You’ve trained with the members of the Hunt, and Savage Lion gives you high marks. However, he notes that what you need is more interaction with others of your age. Doctor Numan has a son about your age. Jeremy I think his name is. The good doctor and I have come to an agreement, and that is that.”

Makabee was going to argue further, but the limo pulled up to the airport. His father returned his frightful helmet to his head before his door was opened by one of his soldiers. Stepping out Makabee was greeted by the Azambian national anthem. A troop of soldiers led by Gazelle snapped to attention. As Makabee walked by Gazelle gave him a wink, and Makabee blushed.

A large jumbo jet awaited Makabee on the runway. It was the only jet on the runway. Standing around the ramp leading up to the plane were the rest of the Hunt: Savage Lion, Hippo, and Zebra. Even they seemed to straighten a little when Witch Doctor approached. Makabee paused to say good-bye to each.

At the head of the ramp were three people. He only recognized one, and that was Doctor Numan, who was known as the famous New Man. The others were his children Makabee thought. One was a girl a few years older than him; she didn’t look happy, and was arguing with Doctor Numan. The other was a boy who was looking like he was bored. All conversation ceased when Witch Doctor leading Makabee came to the top of the ramp.

“Ah, Doctor Numan,” said Witch Doctor, “please allow me to introduce my son Makabee. He shall be traveling to America per our agreement. I have even given him a code-name for your training. See that he’s known as Giraffe.”

Turning to the others Witch Doctor peered at the young woman, “And this must be Samantha Numan.” His father bowed a little at her. Samantha merely scowled at her father. Makabee never would consider making such a face at his father.

Jeremy was another matter. His boredom quickly forgotten he stepped in front of his father and sister and stuck his hand out to Makabee.

“And I’m Jeremy,” he said with a sly smile, “but you can call me Double Dare.”

The flight to America was a long one, but Jeremy kept Makabee entertained by regaling the Azambian with tales of his adventures as one of the New Men. Makabee was quite impressed.

“And, can you believe it Makabee,” he said, “Dad has arranged it so that so that we’ll both be going to the same school. Isn’t that cool. Maybe we’ll find others like us. Argus high is going to be totally gonzo. Stick with me Makabee, we’re going have the times of our lives.”

Makabee couldn’t help but agree. However, he still wondered about home, and why Samantha Numan stayed behind.

Makabee is an only child, and as such he still has trouble dealing with others. He has always tried to win the approval of friends and of his father; which is not an easy thing seeing that his father is Witch Doctor. However, this doesn’t get Makabee down, he always has a quick smile and an easy laugh. Makabee is a good kid at heart. If he has one weakness it is that Makabee really looks up to his father. Makabee doesn’t see his father as a dictator or a super-villain bent on world domination. Well, maybe a little, but he’s still Makabee’s father, and that means a lot to him.

“I bet you I can hit the basket from the other end of the court. What, you don’t believe me? Come on! Well, best sit back because you are in for a treat.”

Makabee is an Uber who is able to stretch all of his body, or just parts of it. One of his favorite attacks is to wrap his body around a foe holding them like a boa constrictor. Makabee is so flexible that he can move parts of his body so that attacks pass right by him. Two of the more unusual skills he has learned include compacting his body down so that he can pass through very small openings; as well as being able to stretch his head around a corner while the rest of his body is left behind. Of course being young Makabee still has a lot to learn.

Makabee is a lanky African boy of sixteen, and probably still too young to be out in the world. He has light mocha colored skin, and dark soulful eyes. He likes to wear his hair in dreadlocks. Makabee wears a long orange and brown basket ball jersey along with black shorts and high tops. When not in class Makabee will usually be found with his basketball.