Seems like a majority for dealing with the money and the jetpack
>>5960779>>5960806>>5960826>>5960991>>5961419>>5961443First thing's first, to dispose of the jetpack. That wretched thing which almost could have killed you. Under normal circumstances you might just throw it in the trash or even just leave it bundled up in the garage, but because of it's relation to a superhero you want to make sure it is properly disposed of. And for that, you'll need a trip to the nearest dump. You want to handle this matter personally, so you assure dad you'll only be gone a little while and leave him to start counting the money at least.
For your task then, it's only about a fifteen minute drive to the Badger Den, the fancy name for the municipal landfill and recycling center closest to where you live. A ten minute wait in line, and you're able to haul the damaged jetpack out to chuck in with the pile of various other scrap metal and discarded appliances to be crushed down together.
<span class="mu-s">"Now what the heck is this thing?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Uhh... water heater? From Korea, that's why it's all advanced looking!"</span>
Beyond confusion as to what the apparatus actually is, you don't get questioned much by the workers at the site. You even want to remain to watch and personally make sure that the jetpack gets crushed and melted down, but workers assure you it'll be taken care of and anyway the crushing only happens when a threshold of disposed metal accumulates so you may be waiting for for a couple hours. Better to handle your other pressing matters then, if you really needed to you could return before closing time to make double sure of the device's destruction but by this point you've done everything you can to see it gotten rid of.
<span class="mu-b">"I bought lunch on the way home, I mean it's fast food but-"</span>
<span class="mu-g">"-two million! There's two million dollars here Carol, each of these stacks are a hundred grand alone. Oh and the... gold brick, from what I saw on the internet it's worth something like eight-hundred thousand."</span>
Well it seems your dad managed to count the stolen money while you were gone, hitting you with the total when you walk in the door. Stunned in response, you drop what you're carrying and panic to have to clean up the spilled drinks. Dad meanwhile looks overwhelmed, sitting at the counter with his hands to his face. As tired as he is, this is all a bit much for him it seems, but the immensity of your villainous feat isn't lost upon him. Almost three million dollars in value stolen, and as far as you can tell... as of yet, gotten away with.
