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[Color=royalblue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]H U B  C I T Y / A M E R I C A:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 13[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 9:43 PM | Curie Chemical Corporation | Hupert Square[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
[i]Inhale. Open your eyes.

Take in as much air as you can. Keep a look out for hostiles. Try not to make a sound.[/i]

The Question held his breath, sticking to the shadows to hide from the night guard that was passing by on his patrol. He slipped past the guard, entering an office to both catch his breath and hopefully dig up an important document.

[i]Embrace the purity of mathematics. The building is half a mile in area. Guards posted at every fifty feet. They travel four feet a second. There will be few gaps to slip through.[/i]

Fingers flitting through documents in a filing cabinet, he stopped on one that seemed promising, pulling the manilla folder out and flipping through it. A small, smug smirk made its way onto his visage. [color=royalblue]"Jackpot."[/color]

[i]Corporate crimes are no different from a criminal gunning down dozens in a shopping mall in this day and age. It's a new kind of war, one fought on a new battlefield. Its weapons are lawsuits and bribes. Its soldiers white collar workers. Its commanders CEOs and corrupt politicians.

He'll fit right in.[/i]

[Color=royalblue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]H U B  C I T Y / A M E R I C A:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 14[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 6:31 PM | World Wide Broadcasting | Hupert Square[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
[color=royalblue]"- in the water supply, in order to avoid the costs of disposing of the chemicals properly. When asked for a statement, Curie Chemical Corporation executives refused to comment. Multiple high profile residents of Hub City are suing CCC, and the future looks grim for them,"[/color] Vic shuffled his notes, before looking at the camera dead on. [color=royalblue]"This is Vic Sage for World Wide Broadcasting. Good night, and good luck, Hub City."[/color]

Another day, another dollar. Exposing corporate corruption and opening the eyes of the public, one case and one person at a time. This is what he lives for, and everyday he gets closer to his goal: a world where no one is blind to the corruption around them, and won't stand for it. A world where, eventually, there will be no corruption. A better world.

As he walked off the stage, heading to the parking lot, his production staff congratulated him.

"Great show, Vic," Fred said, patting Vic on the back.

"Really got 'em this time, eh Sage?" Al joked, chuckling as he gave Vic a high five.

"I want to have your children." And then there was Vic's assistant Nora...

... She could be strange sometimes.

Heading out of the station and into the parking lot, Vic stopped to marvel at his pride and joy: a vintage, dark blue 1957 VW Beetle. Getting into his bug, he started the car up, fighting the temptation to rev the engine. [color=royalblue]"I am not attached to this car. It is merely a material object keeping me from attaining enlightenment. [i]I am not attached to this car.[/i]"[/color]

He peeled out of the parking lot, Porsche engine within the little Beetle roaring like a lion.

[color=royalblue]"... I'm attached to this car."[/color]

[Color=royalblue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]H U B  C I T Y / A M E R I C A:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 14[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 7:10 PM | Aristotle Rodor's Home | Downtown[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
[color=olive]"Brandy, Charles?"[/color] Tot offered, raising his own glass.

[color=royalblue]"Not tonight, Tot. Gotta keep my senses sharp. I'm still gonna be patrolling."[/color] Vic settled into the recliner, closing his eyes and falling into a state of semi-awareness.

[color=olive]"Hmph. I keep forgetting that you're a new man, even though it's been at least a decade."[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Not a new man. Just the same old Vic, only reformed."[/color]

[color=olive]"And all the better for it."[/color]

[color=royalblue]"So what'd you call me here for, Tot?"[/color]

At this, Tot hesitated. [color=olive]"It... It regards Max Bine. The Banshee."[/color]

The Banshee. Vic hadn't heard his name in years. [color=royalblue]"What about him? He's dead."[/color]

[color=olive]"... It would appear not."[/color]

At this, Vic jolted out of his state of meditation and stared at Tot, slightly ajar jaw the only sign he was surprised. [color=royalblue]"... How?"[/color]

[color=olive]"That, I'm not sure of,"[/color] Tot replied, setting his glass of brandy down as he approached his computer. [color=olive]"But there have been multiple accounts by witnesses all throughout Chinatown that the Banshee is flying around at night. And, while you were busy playing conspiracy hunter, a CCTV camera recorded this."[/color]

The sounds of keys clacking and a mouse clicking eventually led to Tot's flat screen coming on, displaying the camera footage. Though rather low quality, one could make out the silhouette flying in the night. As the Question watched it, he could only thing one thing to himself...

[color=royalblue][i]'The Banshee flies again.'[/i][/color]

A few moments of silence passed after the footage stopped. Without another word, Vic threw on his coat and hat, stalking out of his friend's house, his grim determination to put an end to this once and for all evident within his step.

[Color=royalblue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]H U B  C I T Y / A M E R I C A:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 14[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 8:22 PM | Rooftops | Chinatown[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
One moment he was threatening to throw a criminal off the roof for information. The next, he was on his ass and gripping at his throbbing head. His vision was darkening, his ears pounding, and it felt like someone drove an ice pick into his skull. Needless to say, it wasn't a very pleasant experience.

Looking around the roof for what exactly caused him this pain in such a short amount of time, he saw nothing- that is, until a form began to rise from its kneeling position. Cape flowing, hood draped over head, and yellow eyes narrowed into a scowl.

[color=royalblue][i]'The Banshee flies again.'[/i][/color]

The costume was the same, yet different all at once. Gone was the bright lime green, replaced by a more subtle forest green. With it went the exposed mouth, his mask covering his entire face. Still, it was unmistakably the Banshee standing before him.

[color=royalblue]"Thought I... Kicked your ass... To Kingdom Come..."[/color] Question coughed. [color=royalblue]"Back for another can o-*wheeze*-of whoopass, eh?"[/color]

[color=limegreen]"Cute that you think your taunts still affect me,"[/color] Banshee replied, his once rather nasally voiced replaced by an artificially deep and guttural growl. [color=limegreen]"You've no idea how long I've been waiting for this."[/color]

What followed was easily within the top ten of the list of the most brutal beatdowns the Question had received. Not within the top five, but still good enough to rank top ten. It wasn't a very pretty scene, to say the least.

At the end of it all, the vigilante was bloodied and bruised all over.

[color=limegreen]"Mercy is a small favor that I grant you once more. Make me regret it again, and I will kill you and everyone you love."[/color] The Banshee turned to fly off... Only to find the Question's firm grip wrapped around his leg, clinging onto him in a desperate final bid.

The Banshee didn't bother with a physical attack. He simply screamed.

And with that scream, came amplification, which resulted in a piercing noise that nearly made the Question's eardrums burst. His vice grip loosened, allowing the Banshee to escape into the night. The masked lawman simply looked up at the silhouette flying away into the night sky, vision going red.

The Question released a shuddering sigh, then closed his eyes.

[center][b]To Be Continued[/b][/center]