It drifted higher and higher, casting it's shadow over the faces of many. A transport vessel containing workers, tools and building materials. All in black it would be hard to notice at night, but right now mid-day, it stuck out against the clear blue. 

Another transport pod floating up to the veiled bundle of odd shapes in the sky. No longer an odd sight to anyone living in the city, the Modacci's new pet project was no secret. It would be hard after all to hide something being built in mid air. Especially something that massive. 

Not many could tell what was under all those night colored tarps, but most could assume it would be making money, or causing trouble. Likely both. One soul who did in fact know what was being built there, sat on the railing atop a sharp turn, in one of the more oddly terrained parts of the city. His legs hanging off the flat concrete drop, Vati pumped his foot back and forth absentmindedly, his usual grin on his pale features. Not far off behind him, a bus had recently been commandeered. 

A band of nearly a dozen masked men was holding the vehicle at gun point, an odd symbol glowing faintly on all their necks, they raced with all their passengers through the busy streets. It veered behind him dangerously, threatening to fly over his perch. Staying to the road by some miracle, the long metal transport raced down the hill, heading deeper into the heart of the city. Closer and closer to the even larger and taller buildings. Whether it had a target or not was questionable. 

Vati regarded it speed by with little change in his demeanor. Yet another day in Pyrrhic...

Across the city at any one moment, an ancient pact was about to be re-made, a stealth bomb was being installed, and a new masked vigilante was making their way to hunt evil. Though this is all (possibly) unrelated, to you.