It was a wet night in New York City. It had just rained, and on a Tuesday night, not many people were out in the lower side of the island. An expensive car drove down the silent street, being masked in the pale yellow lights of the streetlights. "Yeah, I'm fine, just... A long day at work... Cold dinner is fine... I love you too, see you soon." The driver of the nice car kept driving, hanging up his phone as he let out a low sigh. He was Carl Finnigan, the CEO of Healthy Future Industries, a business that was about giving the nation healthier foods, and programs, and in doing so, taking out or buying the smaller organic food stores locally, or anything else that tried to compete in their business. The police turned an eye at this sort of thing... He had men who would force businesses to close, or force them to team up... It wasn't anything personal, he just enjoyed money! He took a different route home after seeing a "closed road" sign on the one he usually drives on... It has been a long time since he's seen this part of town, he could see bonfires lit in alleyways, broken windows on some buildings, it wasn't a total dump, just somewhere that people were obviously struggling... [b]POP![/b] One of his tires blew out! He swerved and slammed on the brakes, hitting the sidewalk. The man gasped for air, he wasn't expecting that! He pulled out his phone, and was about to call for help until he jumped at the sound of a tap on his window. He rolled the window down and looked up in confusion, then in fear. A man stood in front of him, a hood over his head, and a handkerchief over his mouth. His dark green eyes were youthful, giving a sense of mischief in them as well. "Good evening Mr. Finnigan, I'm sure you've heard of me... and also know why I am here." Robin Hood said casually as if talking to an old friend, reaching inside the car and pulling out his keys. "Y-y-you're--" "Taller in person, dashingly handsome, even under the mask 'you'll never get away from this! I have friends! they will have your head!'" Robin said the last part in a mocking old man voice, shaking his fist. "Yeah, I get these all the time..." He bent down and then held up an arrow. "Huh, weird... this was stuck in your tire... would explain a lot of things." He said, putting the arrow back in to the quiver on his back. He then pulled out a blade, "Would you kindly take off your rings-- except your wedding band, of course, hand over your wallet, and give me the passcode to your corporate accounts. Don't worry, we don't take all of the money, we don't want to leave you like you do to others, right?" Robin asked that not expecting an answer, and somewhat coldly. Minutes later Robin had a bag full of goodies, from his credit card, his college ring, to his silver clip tie. He wasn't going to ruin this guy's life. He wasn't going to take valuables like his wedding ring, or his personal account, or things like that. If he did that, he would be just as bad as the businesses he was trying to take down. "Steal from the rich, give to the poor." But he did take out the man's battery so he couldn't call anyone in warning to shut down accounts... By morning, that money will be distributed in to unmarked bills, and in to charities in New York... -------------------- "Carl Finnigan was robbed last night by the Merry Men, claiming that his robber was in fact the leader, Robin Hood. Sources also say that 3.5 million dollars have been stolen from Healthy Future Industries. In other news Charities all over New York have been received generous donations earlier this morning, all claiming to be from the Merry Men. The police are doing everything in their power to hunt after them, but they are still at large, and winning the hearts of the citizens of New York." The radio played softly in the small apartment as Robert Locksley tried to sleep. He spent all night with some of the Merry Men to get those money transfers to the charities... He was glad he was unemployed, but he had to get up. He was sure someone would barge on his door, and he had to go on his morning route, and get a donut from a certain very attractive woman... He climbed out of bed, running a hand through his brown hair. His apartment was small, but cozy. He used very little of the Merry Men money to make this place look average for a guy who keeps getting laid off work.. But he also bought the two apartments above his for HeadQuarters, with high tech computers, and gear for them to use. It wasn't a life of luxury for him, but he felt like he was helping... and someday, they will eventually take down the biggest target: Mayor John Lyons.