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[right][color=fff200]La Vida: Blake Apartment[/color][/right]
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The teenage vigilante stood in his full gear, two swords on his left side. He followed the other two, making his way up into the crime scene. The apartment was relatively clean... too clean, given how quickly the murder had taken place. No evidence he could muster had been left behind by the police, and Knight cursed the men in blue for doing their jobs correctly. There was little he could do, considering he wouldn't exactly be welcoming to the neighbors with a black ballistic gas mask on, and he couldn't do... whatever it was Wildheart was doing.

The reports from Athena and Max really helped narrow down the information Knight needed to get something done. Almost immediately, Knight disappeared out of the apartment and onto the streets. He knew where the Hellfire Gang operated, and they weren't too far away... especially not when Knight was maneuvering through the streets with purpose. The stealthy vigilante, now that it was dark out, blended into the dark alleyways and partially-lit streets of La Vida. There were a few vagabonds who managed to catch a glimpse of James, but most weren't certain their eyes weren't playing tricks on them.

There were three thugs operating out in an alleyway. Dealing Drugs, of course, seemed a little cliche as Knight watched from the fire escape above the scene. A poor kid, probably 16, stopped by for a deal. He only saw one of them, and was of course surprised when he noticed two others step out of the darkness brandishing firearms. A flashy display just to rob a kid. And that kid wanted to make a run for it. Knight couldn't blame him. As the thugs raised their guns into the air, they were surprised as cold steel cut through their hands. The guns dropped to the floor with a clang, and the two armed thugs were quickly struck down with a swipe and a thrust. As James used his foot to slide the body off his katana, the third thug was still standing in shock. He wasn't very old himself, perhaps early twenties. Knight, with a flick of his wrist, had the edge of the blade at his neck, and whispered through the mask, "[color=ed1c24]What do you know about the Blake Family hit?[/color]"

The voice responded with a quiver. "[color=gray]T...Tension 'tween us and the Spiders. I say it's them...[/color]" Knight smiled beneath his mask, and he quickly sheathed the blade, rushing into the shadows and disappearing in the alleyway without so much a word or a gesture. The thug looked down the ground and noticed a small pool had formed at his shoes.

Knight tapped the communication device in his ear, his voice coming out somewhat muffled and reverberating at the same time. "[color=ed1c24]Didn't pull out much. It's causing some tension between the Fires and the Spiders, which means my money is on the HellFires being responsible. Though I have very little to go on. If anything comes up tonight, send me a location. In the meantime, I'm gonna do a little dusting while I'm out.[/color]" And with that, Knight got up from the edge of the rooftop, looking out over the cesspool he realized he'd be calling home for some time. He knew he should be keeping a low profile... but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to strike a little fear into the hearts of those that sought to hurt the city.