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"Uh," Agent muttered, unsure what to do.  She doubted the cops would be able to do much if Flame regained consciousness.  Then again, with all of the dead bodies and damage around, what would stop the authorities from pinning everything on the two remaining vigilantes?  "We should get out of here," Agent finally decided, dropping Flame to the ground.  She looked around what remained of the bank.  With all of the damage and some of the money stolen, what good had they actually done?  Would it have been better for them to have remained in the shadows while the gang proceeded with the robbery?  Agent shook her head.  No.  Although they weren't able to stop a majority of the crime that took place, they were able to stop Flame.  Who knew what kind of trouble she could have caused if they just let her go?  

Secretly, Agent was glad that Reaper had already made his mistake.  She wouldn't put it past him to take the opportunity to land the killing blow on Flame.  The young woman looked down at the unconscious villain.  What stopped her from taking Flame's life?  If she just killed her now, they wouldn't have to worry about Flame in the future, just like Reaper said about other wrong-doers.  It would be so easy to press her boot against Flame's head and...  Agent shook her head.  What stopped her from taking Flame's life was her morals, her strong belief in "right" and "wrong."  Her belief that people could change.  She hoped she wouldn't regret sparing Flame later on.  She hoped that one day Flame would return, not as a villain, but as a vigilante.  Or maybe Flame would return as a law-abiding citizen and conceal her powers from the rest of the world.  Agent began to get caught in her own thoughts for a moment, until the dozens of emergency personnel sirens came towards the scene.

"Yeah, let's get out of here!" Agent asserted again, bringing herself back into the real world.  She made her exit through the back of the bank.  She wasn't sure Solomon would catch up to her, nor did she necessarily want him to.  She needed to get away from the bank and so did he if they wanted to avoid getting in trouble.

Once she felt she was far enough, Agent sat in an isolated alleyway and took off her mask.  She looked down at it and began to wonder.  Why was she even a vigilante?  At this point she began to question how much good she actually did.  She questioned how much she even made a difference.  If the bad guys were just going to keep coming back, why should she keep fighting?  At the end of the day she wasn't as cold as Reaper.  She couldn't end a life as easily as he could.  Sure she could rough up a few people here and there, but to actually take someone's life?  But could Reaper always kill without a second thought?  Maybe a long time ago he was like her.  Maybe something pushed him to kill his first victim.  Maybe he killed out of necessity before becoming a vigilante.  Or maybe he was born a heartless killer.  Regardless, Agent knew she wasn't a killer.  At times she even had trouble killing insects that found themselves wondering her home.  They didn't mean to intrude on her, they were just looking for food.  But if Agent wasn't making a difference then why did she do this?  Why become a vigilante?

A tear ran down the young woman's cheek as she continued to question herself and the amount of good she was actually doing.  "Hey," she began, her voice just loud enough to let out a soft echoing in the empty alley, "If you can hear me, thank you.  If you want to keep doing good and come out of the shadows meet me on the corner of West and Smith Avenue tomorrow night."  She had no idea if Solomon's hearing was actually good enough to hear her, especially since she had no idea where he was, but it was worth a shot.

With that, Agent replaced her mask over her face and returned home, mentally and emotionally exhausted.

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The next night, Agent stood in uniform on the corner she mentioned to Solomon the night before.  She realized much too late that in her message she forgot to add a time to meet.  He said something before about being some sort of butcher, so waited until all of the local meat markets closed to wait outside.  If he wanted to meet he would show up eventually.  If he didn't show up by about one in the morning, she would continue her patrols like normal.