Vigilante issue # 4: Hotstreak
It had been a week since my escapade at the church, and ever since then the crooks have been watching the shadows. Scum of this city were now more afraid of operating now that they knew someone might be watching from the shadows. It had been a slow night. I had only broken up 2 beatings, 4 attempted rapes, 3 muggings and only 1 suicide. It was usually double that. It was probably because that this would be the night I ran into what one of the many “Metahumans” I would come to be forced to engage with.
It had started off simple, there was a bar fighting going on at a popular mob pub called “the Drunken Huntsman”, not usually the kind of thing I would interfere with but I knew several of the higher up Mobsters tended to gravitate here so I thought this would be a good chance to get some more info on their little inner circle then the average hired help coughed out after a little “persuading”. Just as