[center][h3][color=orange]S A M S O N[/color][/h3]
[sub][b]Location
|| East Flank ||
Time
|| Evening ||[/b][/sub][/center][hr]

Samson had finally made it to the front doors of the apartment building, pulled out some keys and opened them to pass through the lobby. He walked down a hallway and at the end of it pushed a button to call for the elevator. His home for the past few months was a high rise apartment with prices even he could raise a brow at. Granted, H.E.R.O. made the landlord significantly lower their questionable prices for him to be able to stay there. Though, he still had to work for it to be able to maintain comfortable circumstances, it wasn’t like he was in a penthouse suite. That was along with proving his worth as a newly licensed hero.

Trying at a job as a zoo-keeper in this city was competitive. At this point he was just returning from an interview. They seemed to like his insight with regards to animals, and told him they’d consider it. In the meantime, he was looking more into producing for upcoming singers and rappers. Sam already did this for this man who called himself “Lil Yung Baby”, but his music wasn’t selling, no matter how much he promoted it.

With that said, tonight Kanati was going to be heading out on a mission. Word on the street was that the gang named the Wah Ching were getting tired of getting pushed around by the Koshiki Devils, and intended to do something about it. The chinese triad worked with the knockoff samurai in Brookside for quite some time. 

He’d been hunting them long enough to pick up the basics. Apparently, one got to Castleburg first, but the other got to Brookside first. It was a turf war in the beginning that became an alliance in a system that worked against them both. Between the infamous Guglianos and HERO agents, their numbers were growing short. Which meant, they were getting desperate and bound to strike out. 

Tonight was supposed to be a big trade between them, but something reeked of sabotage. It could get really messy, and Sam wasn’t exactly in the mood for dealing with a full on war between them. Too many people would be involved, and too many innocents would be threatened. That meant that he was going to have to get involved and stop the trade from going down. With his prey running out into the open, there was no reason to pass the easy arrests.


Thus, the elevator doors opened and Sam started out though he nearly bumped into a middle-aged woman.

"Oh, pardon me, Mr. Wernicke." A raspy, female voice apologized. The young man slightly smiled in recognition. This lady was named Maria Barker, one of his neighbors that he helped out from time to time. Her and her husband worked at a buffet that he frequented for American and Italian food options. They put their hearts into their craft...at the expense of their living arrangements, but they didn’t seem to mind much. 

[color=Orange]"It’s fine, Mrs. Barker."[/color]

“Are you okay?” She asked as they were trading places from the elevator.

His expression shifted to a light concern. [color=Orange]"Yeah, why?"[/color]

The cistern-shaped woman combed a few fingers through her reddish hair and then extended them to keep the door open. "Apparently some thugs tried to rob the 7-Eleven on the other side of East Flank." Mrs. Barker explained. 

Sam's head shook. He had taken notice of her statement as she was departing though. [color=Orange]"Are you sure you want to be out with something like that happening?"[/color]

"Not really, but Calvin needs my help at the restaurant as the place is pretty packed today. Besides, the video showed some monster kid handling them." She replied. It was clear that the latter part was meant to be a joke, but on the flip side, also very serious. The young hero merely shrugged. 

[color=Orange]“Well, be careful out there.”[/color] Was his final admonition as the doors closed. That sounded bad, but the police were already in pursuit, and one of his coworkers likely the ‘monster’ that stepped in.

Curiosity would have prompted him to check out the scene. However with what he knew about, it seemed much more important and that’s where his priority would lie today. Such thoughts propelled him to hurry to his residence and zip through the living room to his bedroom. There, in the closet, was a large black trunk. Assumably it’d be for holding one’s very important items, but there was no lock on it. The young man simply lifted the latch on the front to open the top.

Inside the trunk were some varying clothes, money, a first aid kit, typical things one would keep for emergency situations. However, instead of touching any of those, he pulled out a crowbar. Promptly, he walked to the edge of his bed and placed one end of the crowbar to the bottom boxspring of it. Pulling it upward ajar, Sam pushed up the bed with his freehand, which reclined slowly as though on hinges, until it was flatly vertical against the wall. 

Within the hollowed rectangular box was his uniform and tools attached. 

So the hunt began...