[Center]It was a wonder, each and every time the beefy 'hero' stood, affixed to the rattletrap among countless other souls experiencing their own lives. Those sunken eyes would gaze out beyond the frosted glass, drinking in brief images of man and make alike before they dissolved into blurs of color and light. A veritable wavelength of City-U's life, one, that to the perspective of Michelangelo, sped unto infinity.

But, he resolved, not this day. "Don't a'speak'a like that Mister Huff. Heroes awake whenever the need arises, no?" Ever wrapped in accent, the muscled man made sure to cut his response straightforward to his. . . Unmotivated companion. And yet still, it was clear to any that their values differed some. Still, Angelo endured the younger man's jeering, responding in kind when his chance came, "Eeeh. . . I am not'a one for 'de games of chance."

A thick hand ambled up to scratch upon his unshaven chin as he continued, scarcely aware of Arduous' eyelids growing heavier by the moment. "Yes. . . I must be sure, make 'de correct decisions in an instant. Always be. . ."

To the arrow-headed man, his massive partner's words slowly trailed off to nothingness. And so they continued as they were, overlapped by the innumerable other one-sided conversations busily chattering away, which were in turn overtaken by 'Vanessa's' sweet song of shearing copper and clattering steel. With the occasional commentary of [b]her[/b] disgruntled conductor. Idyllic? Hardly. With beasts, villains, and heroes abound to cause destruction wanting, the people of City-U are strong, unwavering, and far to invested in life to allow the unexpected to thwart them. . .

". . . So you see Mister Huff, that is why-" Vanessa bellows out her final wail for the morning tram-line, each and every passenger within could feel the unfathomable momentum push their breakfasts deep into a pit as they halt. It was [b]their[/b] stop.

With a locked gaze and a nod toward one another the two men strode from their metallic transport. The mid-morning sun casting down its rays, shading either [b]hero[/b] with intensity not seen before about them. Their eyes scanned about, taking first in the grandiose sight of City-U's central quarter, the cobbled roads clogged thick of bodies moving about their business uninhibited by rows of men, garbed in coats of muted green. All gathered about in briefing, around the mighty granite walls of the first civic bank. Brandishing their arms, the enforcers can only hope the criminal within starves and falters through their siege.

With purpose, with intent, both Arduous Huff and Michelangelo Alduino march in lockstep toward the line, muscles and resolve bulging about their forms.

"Just great. . ." The pair hears, expulsed through a heavy sigh under a breath.

"Hey, hey, no civilians passed this here point!" The gruff voice exclaimed, followed by a meaty finger drawing attention to the rolled on dotted enforcer line upon the cobbles. Neither of the companions could make much of the beer bellied man's expression, his eyes covered by thin-framed shaded glasses, just as well as the wide-brimmed badge hat upon his head.

However the broad and built luchadore nary concedes an inch as his boots bring him forward, [b]"We are no civilians."[/b] He states, plain as can be in response, continuing his steady advance to the multi-tiered steps before them.

After a seemingly shocked pause, whether feigned or not, another heavy sigh breaths through, the wide enforces hefts his way to block the pair's advance. "This here's a hostage situation, you damn heroes got that? Ain't so easy ya know?" Face to face with Angelo, the badge denoted captain rubs a finger across his nose, through a thickly bristled mustache, rivaling the wrestler's own. Despite the enforcer's words, the two men share a brief moment of mutual respect and silence. . .

Then the pair of [b]heroes[/b] moved onward. . .

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Massive masoned doors, the very threshold of their justice, wheeled open. The day's light pouring in at their backs.

"H'what in tarnation?" 

Inquires a jaded voice, followed by the harrowing cock of his six chambered shooter. [/center]