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	The Motorcyclist that had been shot had slipped out of consciousness, and the one that had tried to swipe Mrs. Pickles’ rifle had already been knocked out, leaving only the man pinned under his own motorcycle. At first, the man had been dumbfounded, but now he realized that his shoelace was stuck and was only pissed off.

    “You’re not even a real hero, are you? You probably don’t even know how to fight, you piece of shit,” said the guy pinned under the motorcycle. 

    [color=8dc73f]“Who are you? Who do you work for?”[/color] asked Mrs. Pickles.

    “I work for the Gang of X City… the Rainbow Gang.”

    [color=8dc73f]“The Rainbow Gang? Seriously? That’s what you're called?”[/color]

    “Yep. Ask any police officer. They know about us. Gangs are perfect… too big for most of the crappy heroes and too small for those other pricks who sit on their thrones until they can start beating on some monster…”

   [color=8dc73f] “What’s the name of your boss?”[/color]

    “To be specific, Yellow.”

    [color=8dc73f]“Was that the guy I saw running away?”[/color]

    “Yep.”

   [color=8dc73f] “What’s his real name.”[/color]

    “I don’t know. Nobody knows the name of any of the ringleaders. Just colors. Orange. Blue. Red. All the big guys get these code names. Orange is the leader.”

    [color=8dc73f]“Where is he now?”[/color]

    “I don’t know! I-”

    Mrs. Pickles kicked the man in the face. Hard. The man shouted as pain filled shot through him. 

    [color=39b54a]“Did that jog your memory?”[/color]

    “For the love of… I don’t know, you moron! To say I’m one of their pawns is an exaggeration. I got orders from a guy who gets orders from a guy who gets orders from Orange. He told me to cover Yellow’s escape. Forget Orange, I don’t even know where Yellow is.”

    [color=8dc73f]“Then give me the name of the guy who gives you orders.”[/color]

    “Pfft, like that will get you anywhere. You realize after him you have a whole network of guys to go through? What, you think you can stop him?”

    [color=8dc73f]“Do you even know who you are talking to? I’m Mrs. Pickles.”[/color]

    Mrs. Pickles expected fear, horror. Instead, the man laughed. “You? Mrs. Pickles? Oh, that’s rich. Sure, you might have beat us but if that’s S-Ranked level combat then I’m the King of the World. Hell, people were right. You are a joke. I’ll give you everything I know and you won’t be able to make anything out of it, and that guy-” he nodded towards Jayce, “has more important things to worry about then some Gang, I’m sure.”

    [color=8dc73f]“Fine. Prove me wrong. Tell me everything you know,”[/color] said Mrs. Pickles, calmly. He was getting used to hearing insults, regardless of whether or not he deserved them.

    The self proclaimed King of the World shifted uncomfortable under his bike, and then spoke. “Okay. I know some places and names… but I better get some time off of my sentence. First name is Harry Wilson. He works in a warehouse in the northern part of the city. It’s on B-” the man was cut off as a bullet cleanly punctured his skull, killing him.

    [color=8dc73f]“Sniper!”[/color] shouted Mrs. Pickles, as he quickly stumbled towards a car and hit. The sniper didn't fire at him and probably ran off to hide. He had killed his target: The man who knew things.

    Things went quiet and then Mrs. Pickles heard the sound of sirens. A fire truck, some ambulances, and a few police officers.
    
    The fire truck immediately started putting out the small fire that had been made as a result of the moped collision as three of the gang members were loaded into ambulances and the two corpses were examined by the the police officers. Mrs. Pickles walked over to talk to Jayce, but wasn’t sure what to say. He just stood next to the hero and waited for him to speak. Then, Mrs. Pickles cell phone rang. 

    [color=8dc73f]“Excuse me,”[/color] said Mrs. Pickles to Jayce, even though the two weren’t talking. Mrs. Pickles answered the phone. [color=8dc73f]“Hello this is- wait, if this is the call about the one hundred dollar gift card I ‘won’ you need to back off. I know that’s…”[/color] his voice trailed off as someone spoke on the other line. 

    [color=8dc73f]“Alright. Thank you. I’ll be there right away, sir,”[/color] said Clarence, carefully, his voice shaking slightly. Clarence placed his cell phone in his pocket and stared blankly into the distance. He was clearly scared, and perhaps a bit angry. [color=8dc73f]“I’m going to have to go. Let them know what happened,”[/color] said Mrs. Pickles to Jayce. And then, the hero crossed the street and began to walk to the east, to preoccupied to notice if Jayce or the cops asked for anything or followed. The police didn’t even notice Pickles, and were more preoccupied by the man who had been punched in the face by Jayce and placing his corpse into a bodybag.