Ally sat in the living room she shared with two other people and wrote on her laptop.  Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she expressed her feelings about the last robbery she stopped.  She was still new at this hero game, only starting when she moved out of her father's house at the age of 18, but it wasn't hard to get the hang of.  Smile for pictures and act like you have unlimited energy even though all you want to do is go home and fall asleep, or get back to work so you can earn enough money not to starve.  Just as she was finishing up the final paragraph, a roommate stepped in and turned to the news.

"Ugh, high-speed pursuit," the man, Juan, said, "This city is madness!  Don't step outside, you might get shot, or you might get your car stolen!"

"Calm down, it's better than a lot of other cities," Ally replied and stood.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I need to go pick up something."

"Sure.  Have fun."  He stood up, seemingly annoyed by the news, and went into the bathroom.

"Whatever, nerd, I'll see you later," she chuckled and shut the door to her room behind her.  The woman reached into her closet and pulled out her utility belt.  Then she took a shoe box out and opened it up, revealing her wine red and black costume.  It took her less than thirty seconds to get it on and the belt wrapped around her hips.  "Juan doesn't suspect anything," she murmured, adjusting the mask.  Then, the woman opened up the window and stepped out onto the metal stairwell.  She was high above Treaft, looking down at the city she protected.  After climbing up a couple more flights to the top, she stretched a bit and ran towards the edge of the roof.  Her boot heels hit the edge and she was flying through the air.  The woman landed hard on the next roof, but felt amazing.  "Nothing like an impossible jump to get the blood flowing," Agent chuckled and raced roof-to-roof towards the direction the car pursuit was heading in.

*****

Adam Prince was busy showing a small family, a mother and two kids, one of their younger, quieter dogs.  "She's a sweetheart," Adam said, "You can pet her, if you like.  She doesn't bite and is all vaccinated."  The young boy quickly rushed over to the medium-sized terrier.  The dog shied away a bit, but as the boy pet him it began to play.

"Don't be afraid," Adam coaxed the young girl.

She looked at the friendly man, to the dog, to her mother, and back at the dog.  "Go on," her mother encouraged.  The woman held out her hand and the dog waddled over to smell it.  The girl did the same and the dog sniffed her fingers too.  It then got into a playful stance and waited.

"I haven't seen her play so much ever.  Looks like a perfect match, don't you think?" Adam asked the woman, who nodded.

"Yes, I think you're right.  We'll take it."

Adam cringed a bit as he corrected a bit harshly, "Her.  It's a her, not it."

"Oh, yes, we'll take her."

"Alright, I'll bring out the paperwork."


*****


Diane sat back in her small mansion, watching the news from her TV that wasn't supposed to be released until next year.  The pursuit she set up was going well and doing its job of distracting the cops and citizens.  Not only that, but she set up a few small robberies at liquor stores to add some confusion while she conducted her own business.  A crime lord from a couple cities over was coming and they were negotiating sharing a load of opiods, which gangs hardly ever did.  The payoff, or possibly consequences, had to be huge.  She knew this man was going to offer a partnership and then throw her under the bus.  So, Diane was going to get him first.  She would take the shipment, giving him none, and would plant evidence of his hang members around the area.  He was the one who asked for it to be delivered and she had no ties to him, the police knew this.  Within no time she would have the drugs and the competition in her clutches.  She leaned back in the luxury leather couch and sniffed in the cool, metallic scent of the room.