Super City, The Dawn of the Vigilante

[Alan Haskayne]

New Kans, Channel 8 Morning News
The action news reporter, Rebeca Chang, stood in front of the news camera as bank alarms rang. The woman spoke into a microphone as the broadcast came back from commercials "This is Rebeca Chang reporting live from where the self proclaimed 'Fumigator' has raided America First Bank. The Vigilante group 'Harmony' is here with several of its members to protect what it is calling orderly society." she turned the microphone over to the leader of the group, dressed in some light body armour with an orange symbol of a Dutch Lion on it, smiled as he was asked "So, commander, why is your group so involved with stopping the Fumigator?" the man adopted a smile, putting one hand on his hip as he did "Harmony is dedicated to maintaining this city's high standards of safety and security even in these troubled times after the police force was completely cut from the city budget." The reporter asked "And the recent contributions from America First Bank to your group has nothing to do with this?" the commander continued to smile as he said "I should go back to my men." rushing away before Chang could say anything else. Within a few minutes the tall figure in a sealed black steampunk looking figure walked out of the bank, clutching a grenade launcher. It fired into the group of vigilantes that hid behind cheap cars with welded on armour, grenades bouncing as they spewed deadly gas into the air. Several members of the group strangled on the gas as the news people strapped on gas masks and filmed the remaining members firing hunting rifles and crossbows at the lone figure as it carried out bags of money and put it in the back of a armoured van. The bullets and bolts bounced harmlessly off the heavy armour the figure wore, as it kept walking to and from the bank. Finally one of the shots hit one of the filters on the mask, and it reacted by calmly opening the cylinder on its grenade launcher and loading a new grenade in, then fired into the ranks of the Vigilantes, this time exploding in a hail of fire, igniting the gas it fired earlier. The figure them calmly got in the van and drove off with the money from the bank. Rebeca Chang turned the camera toward the burning members of Harmony "This is just the latest in a series of attacks by the Fumigator on vigilante protected areas. So far no extensive damage has been done by the fumigator to property and no demands have been made. This is Rebeca Chang, Channel 8 Action news."

Under the Bay
"What a weirdo." Alex said as she ate her breakfast, watching the large TV they had bought with money from their first heist. She leaned back as her boyfriend flopped down onto the couch next to her, watching the broadcast and asking "Who?" as he nibbled at his self prepared omelet from their little kitchen set up with propane cookers, a microwave, and a minifridge. Alex shrugged "Fume person, they are a weird psychopath proper super villain, using grenade launchers and such." Eric nodded slightly and asked "I wonder what the hell prompted the city to cut its police department, I mean most people seem to do not too much harm, like us, and some of the gangs that run around selling drugs, but once you get grenade launchers in the mix..." his companion nodded in agreement as she asked "So, what cha want to do? I would offer to go to a bank heist, but we would look like copy cats now. Want to see if we can find something to do just as we walk around?" her boyfriend nodded slightly and asked "Should we finish our breakfast first?" and Alex nodded, smiling slightly.

[Leslie]

Kira
Kira hadn't heard about what had just been taking place at the America First Bank, because she had no access to any TV at all. That was because the girl of the age of 13 was out on the street, her Katana by her side always. Or more like on her back. Her parents were nowhere to be seen, and for anyone that she might pass on the street, she looked like a young teenager that was out here all alone. Though of course with the immediate thought that would go through your head, you'd just think it was a young girl going on a walk by herself...at night, with a Katana sword, and might not so much think about the fat that she was truly out here by herself, with no family. Why she was out here by herself instead of at her parents home or whatever, who knows. Except her, because she knew exactly why she was out here alone. But nobody else knew why.

Kira sat down on a random park bench, letting out a deep sigh as she looked out across the street as the sun was beginning to rise more and more over the horizon. She hadn't run across any crimes to intervene on in a while, and she was beginning to feel bored. She hadn't expected being homeless to be quite this boring, but she figured that she really shouldn't be all that surprised. She had just anticipated more...crime to fight or something. Not a crime here and there and a lot of sitting around doing nothing. She was starting to wish that she had some way of knowing where the current crimes were happening, like some sort of group communication that she could use to get updated with. Maybe she could find something like that to use on the cellphone that she had, but she wouldn't even know where to start, not being that experienced with a cellphone. It wasn't hers, after all...

Anabelle
Anabelle had driven her not very nature-esque sports car to one of the local bars/diners, where a lot of fellow vigilantes and people like that seemed to regularly gather around at to have a bite or a beer after a successful, or unsuccessful job or whatever reasoning they felt like going there. Her reasoning in particular was just to do some socializing, and possibly some flirting on top, depending how the day went. She had been wearing her outfit, because she rarely went anywhere without it. That would be for a few reasons. One being that she just liked to wear it, because it was surprisingly comfortable. Another reason being that people could always instantly recognize her with this outfit on, because it was pretty much what defined her to others around her. They would see her costume, and instantly know who she was. Well, if they bothered getting to know the different "Heroes", anyway. While she wasn't all about stroking an ego, she couldn't deny that she did rather enjoy the attention that she sometimes would get, though there were so many others doing the same thing as her that it wasn't like she was that overly special above them all, but she still enjoyed the attention.

Right now she wasn't doing a whole lot, though. She was just chilling on one of the outside seats at the diner, looking off towards the road and enjoying the feel of the fresh, crisp morning air. Maybe something exciting would happen today, maybe not. She could only hope. Well, there was that news report she had seen only a bit ago before she came outside to eat, which was clearly quite a crazy event, but she wasn't specifically thinking about chaos as something exciting going on. It could be anything that may plague her interest. She would just have to wait and see...

Josh
Josh had been checking on his car before he was going to go out on his first patrol....with his car. Or more like, he was going to go on a drive with his car while pretending like he was doing a patrol. He had gone on a few drives with his car before, but right now he really wanted to go on a drive with it. But today was the day he had planned to go on his first patrol, as well, so he was trying to think of a way to do both at once. Drive around AND watch out for any weird activity at the same time. So in other words he was hopping into his car with his suit on, though he did take off his mask because even he, who wasn't the brightest guy and was mainly some superhero nerd trying to live his dream, he knew that the mask could certainly impair his vision too much while driving, and that wasn't a good thing.

Josh sped off from the curb outside of his lair, his tires squealing from the acceleration away from the curb. Some random passerby shook their head at the dumb driver, and even Josh himself seemed a little surprised with how he had accelerated off the curb. But once he got into the rhythm of things, he began driving too fast down the road intentionally, acting like he was enjoying the drive. So much for his patrolling...

Desmond
Desmond was outside of his lair, working on his car. He had the hood up, and a bit of steam was coming out of the hood. The car was quite a few years in age, so it having issues wasn't surprising to him, but it was still very frustrating to him to have to deal with his car and its issues. But he loved the vehicle, and wouldn't trade it in for the world unless he absolutely had to because it became too old and funky to function at all. Or he wrecked it. If he could help it, he had no intentions of getting rid of his vehicle. Screw the supposed fancy new muscle cars, give me my old one any day He thought to himself as he was working on fixing whatever was wrong on his car for like the 5th time this year. Despite these frequent inconveniences, he still somehow remained intent on using this car...He kept the paint job looking nice, and the inside of the car clean, but even that didn't save a car forever.