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Lyger stood on the ledge of the Palmer Building in downtown Lost Haven. To the casual observer he would have looked like one of the numerous gargoyles which could be found on the roof as well as on the ledges of the upper levels of the building. The Palmer Building was an oddity in Lost Haven, the architect who was also the owner of the building; Charles Palmer had been a fan of gothic architecture, specifically, the many gothic cathedrals in France and other European counties. It was because of this that he had chosen to include them on his own masterpiece.

Over the years, the Palmer had been a hotel, as well as an apartment building. Eventually it was converted into an office building, however, in the mid 1980’s it had fallen into disrepair. It was in the early ‘90’s that the historical society of Lost Haven took ownership of the building, and had renovated it, with plans to turn it into a museum. However, with the opening of the Lost Haven Museum of Fine Arts not too far away, the plans were scrapped, and the Palmer lies vacant, it’s only tenants being rats and the occasional vagrant. 

From his perch, Lyger stood vigilant, watching over an area of Sherman Square which had been particularly hard hit by the riots the night before, watching for anyone who might be emboldened enough to try to capitalize on the uncertainty that remains in the city, and attempt to repeat the chaos that had ensued. Thus far, the night had proven to be uneventful. In fact, one might even call it calm. It was almost as if the entire city had gotten all of the chaos and mayhem out of its collective system the night before, and was taking the night off. It was so quiet in fact, that Lyger kept finding his mind drifting to other things, such as his seemingly failing relationship with Addy, who he hadn’t seen, and barely heard from in weeks. When he did finally hear from her, it was always a simple one or two word response in a text or over the phone, and then nothing for days. He also found himself thinking about his growing feelings for Sam, who he had been spending more and more time with when he wasn’t in costume.

[i]Stay focused dammit.[/i] He thought to himself, knowing full well that any lapse in concentration could lead to his death, or someone else’s. 

Moments later, his attention shifted. There was a commotion just down the block. He could hear the sounds of a truck coming to a sudden stop, and then the sounds of breaking glass. He looked in the direction of the sounds and with a single finger, tapped a button on his visor which activated his mask’s build in binoculars. To say that he was surprised with what he saw would be an understatement. He saw what looked to be a young woman with scarves covering her face attacking an armored truck with what looked to be some sort of weaponized drones. Knowing that he had little time to act, Lyger fired a grapple line from his wrist gauntlet and swung away from the Palmer Building, making his way along the rooftops toward the bizarre robbery.

Not wanting to rush in, Lyger watched the young woman from the rooftop of a nearby convenience store. She didn’t seem sure of herself. It was clear to him that she hadn’t been doing this sort of thing for very long. She was sloppy, she was too focused on the driver and his partner in the truck. This allowed him to drop down to the street behind her. The young woman had been crouched down on the ground, but soon she scrambled to her feet as she issued a warning to the men in the truck.

"Don't move and you will be fine. I only want the money." She told them, completely unaware that Lyger was approaching her from behind.

“Then I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed.” Lyger informed her in a deep and raspy voice that even surprised him, as he continued his approach.