Agent stood atop of an office building, looking down on the city below.  This was her home city, and this was the city the young woman vowed to protect.  Every night she took to the streets to protect the crime-ridden city.  She wanted to improve the standard of living of the citizens, of her friends, and especially of her family.

Agent looked down at her black-gloved hand.  She didn't know why she was granted powers, she didn't even know where they came from.  All she knew was she had them and she needed to do good with them.

Agent, Ally Estrada, earned this driving force to do good from her father.  Although he passed away when she was young, he instilled a strong moral compass in her.  Robbing someone was bad.  Hurting someone was bad.  Defending others was good.  Standing up for your beliefs was good.

Her thoughts were interrupted by pounding footsteps on the concrete below.  The figure of a man raced down the empty sidewalk, holding some sort of bag in his arms.  Agent raised an eyebrow and sprang into action.  She raced across the rooftops, speeding past the man.  She needed time to get from the roof to the ground while still being able to unravelintercept him.  [i]Maybe I should stick to the ground more[/i], she thought as she scaled down the side of the three-story building.  Although her skin was thicker than the average woman's, she doubted a fall from this height would do her any good.

Once on the ground, she waited for the footsteps to draw closer.  When he sounded close enough, she stepped around the corner, blocking his path.  The man stopped in his tracks, obviously angry.  "What the hell are you blocking my way for?" he shouted.

"Anything interesting in the bag?" Agent asked, nodding her head in the direction of the black bag slung over his shoulder.

"What's it to you?"

"It's my job to make sure you're not about to do something stupid," she explained, taking a step forward, "So what's in the bag?"

"Your job?  I don't see anyone paying you to harass me!"  The man reached into the bag and pulled out manilla files.  "These are business sheets!  Transactions!  I live in the crappy side of the city and it's already late!  You're putting me in more danger by wasting my time!" he shouted, "Now move!"

The man lunged forward, shoving Agent out of his way.  His footsteps echoed as he ran to his home.  Scratching her head, Agent thought on her choice.  Maybe she shouldn't have stopped him.  He seemed in a rush, sure, but was he really dangerous?  Did having a bag and running really make someone seem dangerous?

Agent let out a long sigh and walked in the same direction the man ran in.  He was right, she wasn't paid to do this, so why did she?

A scream rang out through the night, slicing through the silence.  Agent raised her head in the direction and ran.  This was why she chose to fight- to protect anyone who needed her help.

"No, please!" a woman pleaded.  This woman was surrounded by about eight, maybe nine grown men dressed in stereotypical gang attire: white T-shirts, jean shorts, bandanas.  Their attention was purely focused on the defenseless woman, until Agent called, "I wouldn't do that!"

[i]Really?[/i] she chided herself internally, [i]that's how you're going to get them off of her?[/i]

The group shifted their attention from the hysterical, crying woman to the vigilante.  One of them laughed, though there was no emotion in it.  It was just a sound, an ugly sound.  "So this bitch wants to join the party?" one of them asked, his pants already zipped down.

"Why don't you bring the party over here?" Agent asked, getting into a boxer's stance.

More laughs rang from the men, and Agent's fists closed tighter.  She just needed them to move their focus from the woman to her.

"Hey Trick, go get her," the leader commanded.

A tall, thin man made his way over to Agent and flipped open a pocket knife.  He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her more womanly assets.  "A suit like that don't leave much to the imagination," he said, wiping the blade with his hand as he took slow steps forward.  "Can't wait 'til I get to cut it open and taste that sweet-"

Before the man could finish his sentence, a shin smashed against his temple, instantly knocking him out.  The knife in his hand hit the ground a few feet away from his unconscious body.  The men were silent for a moment until the leader spoke up, "Get her!"  

Before his lackeys went for the attack, the leader grabbed the woman and held her to his body.  "We can have our fun while they deal with that," he chuckled, licking the victim's neck bottom to top.