He had fallen asleep in his chair and woke early in the morning to the phone ringing angrily. He got up and trudged to the kitchen, where the phone made its home. He answered "Hello?" A man's voice one, he was yelling and yelling so hard his voice was becoming high pitched. " WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN THEY KILLED TONY'S KID, AND YOU WEREN'T THERE TO PROTECT HIM. YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, I'M GOING TO BURN YOU TO THE GROUND I'M GOING TO GLASS YOU LIKE THE KOREANS." He didn't care really, he was threatened on the daily basis it seems like. " Calm down, Jim. Do you know who did it?" There was a long pause, obviously he needed to catch his breath. " Yea, his name is fuck'n BlackBolt." Gary Paused for what seemed like forever "Fucking BlackBolt...?" Then the yelling ensued again. "NO YOU PIECE OF SHOT DON'T YOU GO GIVING ME A ROUGH TIME I'VE ALREADY GOT A LOT ON MY PLATE WITH THIS BULL SHIT I DON'T NEED ANY FROM YOU." He chuckled a little " Jim, Jim... JIM Calm the hell down. I'll take care of it. I'll go see what I can find on the guy. I'm guessing no one's alive to give me any details?" The Mayor seemed to be very out of breath " Uh, yea, some prostitute by the name of Lemon Drop. Can you believe that fuckin name? Its ridiculous. But I gotta go Mr. Quick Punc-" HE was cut short " I'm not the Quick Punch anymore, call me Overwatch." They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. 

He went back to his living room, cleaning up the bottle and ashtray. He dumped them into the garbage and made his way to his room, where he'd suite up. He slid down the bullet proof vest over his head strapping it at his waist, he slid his hip holsters on, dawned his mask and rocked black cargo pants. He went to his gun vault pulling out his trusted 1897 Winchester. The Scatter gun had been with him for most of his life now. He strapped on a bandolier, and added extra mags to his waist belt. He plucked out two flash bangs, and a single frag. Of course he only carried all of this as a precaution. Mr. Gambitti tended to be a loose canon, he couldn't tell if the threat was real or not. So he went prepared. He quickly pulled out his eyemask from a pocket on the vest and slid it on. He moved to the garage, through a side door on the house. Inside it was empty, but after pulling up the grates that were meant for engine oil, it exposed a small ladder well, he climbed down to a sub garage, there inside was a modest collection of vehicles. A 1969 Chevelle it had armored plating all around, a spruced up 454 big block, bullet proof glass, and a bull bar on the front, with off road lights. It sat higher than a normal car and had off road tires. He called it Redemption. Along with his car two motor cycles, a Another Armored Car, built by the British called a Daimler Ferret " Scout Car" It had been fitted with a 20mm canon. He had small guilder like plane which could be folded and stored. 

He stepped into redemption, his thought process was to go visit this escort and find out where they'd been that night and if she'd gotten a good look at the perpetrator. He drove down the long corridor, it was apart of a subway system that never got built. And as a result he'd made his base apart of it. He made his way to the surface through an old parking garage in the slums no one ever parked here. HE got out and pushed the metal gate up that separated his hidden route from the outside world. Once up he creeped the car out and closed the gate. He took off like a bat out of hell, his foot was mashed against the metal as he drove, He was in Gambetti territory. And wouldn't be safe for long. He romped on the breaks and the car came to a squealing halt. There a local escort was headed home from a long night. " Hey, you." He shouted towards her, she stopped and looked, she looked like she was about to try and run. " My bullets faster than your feet in heels. I need some info, I've got about two hundred fifty bucks for you, if you can give me something decent." She came over to the car, bending in " Who's the girl who escaped from Tony Jrs" There was a pause then she spoke " Well... I heard she's down at the uh, ol' home.Ya know? Where we gos when we don't have enough money on our own?" He understood, a brothel. He gave her a simple nod, and then Tossed her the cash, and tore off down the street. He made his way to the known brothel, there was no need for stealth in the part of town. He got out, and knocked on the door.