[center][b]12:31, November 3rd, 2019
The Wedge; Hub City, Illinois[/b][/center][hr][i]'Nine in all. Five from one gang, four from another. Unsure what gangs, can never keep track of them anyway. Doesn't matter. Must eliminate.'[/i] The masked man stalked the site of the shoot-out from a nearby alley, planning his attack. [i]'All are hiding in cover. Eliminate closest one quietly but efficiently, move on to others.'[/i]

With the grace of a cat, the Question crept closer to one of the gang members hiding behind an over-turned dumpster. He was young, barely old enough to be considered a man; more than likely an unfortunate street kid that got wrapped up in the wrong crowd. Or perhaps he's a hardened criminal in the making. Whatever the case, he's a threat, and must be dealt with.

It was easy enough to dispatch the gang member; all it took was disarming him, applying a chokehold, and the kid was out like a light in fifteen seconds. Rinse and repeat for the other four on this side of the street, and that was that. [b][i]BANG![/i][/b] The Question cursed himself internally for forgetting about the other four on the other side of the street. 

Peaking around the corner of the van he was hiding behind, Question noted that the four rival gang members were still hiding behind their own cover taking potshots. It'd be easy enough to creep his way over to the other side of the street, but the Question had a different plan. Grabbing two of the knocked out gang members' guns, he sidled his way into an abandoned apartment building, making his way up to the second story floor.

Pulling his mask up to his nose in order to avoid muffling his voice, Question opened the window, crouching down and shouting to the remaining gang members: "This is the police! Back down or we [i]will[/i] shoot!" His response was gunfire towards the window. "This is your final warning! Stand down or we will fire!" More gunfire. "Heh. Wanna play it [i]that[/i] way, huh?" With that, he took the two pistols in his hands and fired out the window.

After a few moments of shooting blindly, he heard the telltale sound of loud cursing and running feet. Tossing the guns with a grin, the Question pulled his mask down and chuckled. Taking his journal and a pen out of his trench coat pocket, the Question scribbled in a quick entry.

[i][b]Question's Journal, November 3rd, 2019; Entry #1
Foiled gang shooting using a little ingenuity, a little stealth, and a little brute strength. Gang members are too easy now. Should consider moving up, battling the mob. Perhaps that's just a one way ticket to Hell. Perhaps it's a one way ticket to paradise for the people of the Wedge, as well as all of Hub City. Who knows, really?
Going to unwind before continuing my patrol. There's a bar nearby. Hopefully they don't water down the beer.[/b][/i]

The Question snapped his journal shut, sticking it and the pen back into his pocket. Taking off his fedora, he removed his mask and stuffed it into his trench coat pocket, before putting his fedora back on. Abandoning his disguise, he becomes Oscar again, and walks into the now silent street to enter the bar.

It smells of smoke, cheap alcohol, and bad decisions. A few people turn upon his entrance, but all turn back to watching the TV, which was displaying a boxing match. Oscar casts a glance at it, then heads to the bar. "Whatever's cheapest. Keep the change." He says, sticking a twenty dollar bill on the bar before sitting down in a stool. 

Oscar takes his drink from the bartender, then turns to the blond man in the next stool over ([@pyroman]), who seems to be a bit younger than himself and rather anxious. "How's the fight going?" He asks, nodding towards the television.