[u][b]05:01 March 28th
Queens, New York[/b][/u]

[i]Click. Click. Whir.[/i]

It was a distinctive sound, one of an older model camera finding a subject and capturing it for all time. Yet it was not. That sound came from the square of compact technology held in the spaniard's hands, digitally rendering the images into data and sending them off with each little click. He prefered the older ways, but he had a duty that required such tools. Each click captured another still of the man in the middle of the street and sent it off via satellite uplink to a secured server.

[i]Click.[/i] The truck came to a stop, metal folding around the man as if it was marshmallow and not rigid steel. [i]Click, click.[/i] Men lifted from the vehicle as if they were toys, deposited on the ground with ease. [i]Click.[/i] Without effort he lifted two into the air and depressed his foot onto the eldest of the brothers, pain etched across his face as his chest was slowly crushed underfoot. Yes, these would do marvelously. His employer would be pleased, especially considering what he had gathered from the scene of the prior attack. Phenomenal strength, flight, breath as cold as northern winds, and perhaps even some kind of heat vision if the man's eyes and words could be believed. The Agent continued to observe as he could hear the cries of the three gangsters, a smile on his face as he met Donovan's gaze and gave a simple nod.

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Donovan coughed up blood as the pressure on his bruised chest increased, his brothers watching with barely concealed concern, though more so in the case of Angus. "You think you're hot shit?" Despite the pain and rather untenable circumstances, the eldest of the Breen brothers managed a derisive smirk as he spat on Superman's boot. "My name is Donovan Breen, and I'm the boss. Call yourself a New Yorker, and you don't even know the Irish Mafia when you trip over them. What a fool."

A few of the faces in the crowd confirmed he was telling the truth when they began whispering among each other.

[i]"It's really him, that's Donovan Breen!"
"I heard he put a bunch of Russians at the bottom of the river last year, just because they looked at his crew funny…"
"Those must be the Breen brothers… Patrick Breen beat a friend of mine to death a month ago, he didn't even owe him anything…"
"Serves them right, Irish bastards. They think they run this neighborhood."
"Don't they know this is Triad territory?"[/i]

Even still, he found that little bit more of courage as he glared up defiantly at Superman. "Those Chinamen had it coming. Queens is our town, and they got no right to muscle in on us and think we won't hit them back. So go ahead [i]Superman[/i], have us arrested. You're still just a jumped-up freak with a costume, and one day you'll get yours too. When it happens, me and me brothers will still be on the street running this town."

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