"Exactly," the man replied. "Thing is, if we start striking all on the Family at once, they're going to realize they've got a problem with us 'unlawful lawfuls' - They'll start peeling off masks faster than a masquerade prom night."

Rachel frowned. She hated to admit it, but he had a point: there was no way she could wipe everyone they sent after her. Especially not if they sent a team. 

He walked over to the unconscious guards and lifted each of them by the collar, propping them up against a nearby wall. 

"These low-level mooks, they don't know anything. We need to bait a hook for something a little bigger."

[s]For all his tools, the man was content to let these people go free?[/s] Like she'd done with the would-be mugger all those months ago. It wasn't people like him that were the problem, she knew that. It was the families, the ones in power. She'd suppressed that thought, convinced herself she was making a difference. 

Now, it was coming back. 

He reached over to his pack, and removed a small device, placing it under the collar of one of the men. A listening device? She wondered what his day job was, that allowed him to afford all those gadgets. Maybe she was looking in the wrong places. 

"There's more to be gained from leaving these scum alive than dead. Dead men tell no tales, as it were. But live ones... They tell all kinds of stories." He turned to her and saluted, extending a hand. 

"These dirtbags call me Riot, which is a good enough name as any. You?"

She inclined her head. An alliance? [s]She'd always preferred patrolling by herself[/s] Perhaps taking down the crime families could be done sooner than she thought. 

"Wisp," she said, extending her hand in reply.