Mission picked up his backpack from behind his chair and went to leave his home, an abandoned subway tunnel that had been caved in on both sides, leaving a large open chamber. He reached in the bottom of his bag and made sure everything was in order there. He ran back over to his chair and reached under it pulling out the binder there. He tooks two tabs out and quickly put them on his tongue, he hoped he wasn't gonna lose it again like he did last time he went out. He hadn't been out since but he was getting tired of sitting in front of his computer screen. The drugs helped him stay sane, no matter how hard that was to believe. Kids were making some good stuff now a' days though, not as good as the 70's but that shit had to be from space. He closed his eyes and was in on the surface again.

He sat there looking down on the city feet hanging off a rather tall building when suddenly he saw the Cartoon kid fighting some sort of steroided out battery. He lit a cigarette and thought about going to help him but there was no telling what the kid had got himself into this time. He saw a girl walking alone on the street side and took a deep drag of his cigarette. He phased from his spot into his radio room, checking for any recent activity besides the kids fight. He got wind of a bank robbery done by something or someone out of the ordinary, he pulled out his laptop and searched for other small banks in the area and quickly found a picture. He stood there in front of it cigarette in hand laptop now at his side. He pulled off his gloves and touched the stone of the building. No robbery yet, he would have to check the other two as well.