[URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14NsBBVDdRo][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=Gold]T H O M A S  C A M P B E L L:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Thursday, May 25[SUP]TH[/SUP] - 22:41 PM | The Narrows - New Lilith[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/URL]
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A Thursday night, one the youth of New Lilith spent studying for their next final at the Grimm University, or drinking in the company of good friends. That is however not where one would find the twenty-three year old Native of Longhorn City. Thomas Campbell had something in common with the less socially skilled of the young ones - he spent his night glued to his computer screen with his headset on. Unlike his peers, however, he did not spend his night playing video games, watching Youtube, or even porn. He spent his night watching security footage, and listening to the police scanner, trying to pick up on anything he could. He was watching security footage from a grocery store robbery that had happened the night before - while the Behemoth was robbing New Lilith First National bank.

The Grocery store's clerk, Gary Smith, a man from the same Neighbourhood as Thomas here in New Lilith, The Narrows. Had tried to fight off the robber, and gotten a gunshot to the chest to show for it. He was in critical condition at New Lilith General Hospital, the same one Thomas's mother was in, he was going to see her today, but he was too busy with this Grocery Store robbery, this was the fifth in two weeks, the guy on the security footage matched the one on all of the other tapes, 6'3, burly build, olive skin and a two snakes tattoo'd on his left forearm, his shirt pulled up to reveal it. That, and the 9mm Beretta Pistol he used was the same in all of the robberies. It was sloppy, at best. Damn right stupid at worst. This was work a rookie police detective should be able to solve, but, this was New Lilith, and it was only happening in the Narrows, no one in the Police Department cares what happens to three poor innocent people in the Narrows, they never had for the ten years Thomas had lived here.

The police scanner picked something out.

"A Code 64 on Third and Jefferson, One injured with a gunshot, one suspect heading east on foot. Available units can check it out if you have the time." The cops never had the time to head down here. Not now, not ever.

It was just a couple of blocks away, and it could very well be Thomas's Man. He stood up from his chair at the desk, and turned around, the light from the computer screen reflecting off of the two massive silhouettes coming from the man's back. Walking to his closet, he grabbed his gear, the bulletproof vest with the etched out POLICE marking, his black leather jacket, his leather gloves with reinforced knuckles and fingers. Putting the rock-salt loaded shotgun in his leg holster, securing it with the leather strap.  He pulled the hood over his blond hair and flexed the wings on his back, heading out towards his balcony on the top floor. He was faster than any Police Cruiser, and you couldn't outrun him on the ground  - for he controlled the skies.

He was Angel, and he lived up to name. 

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