"Another."
A raspy voice of a man who smoked far too much and tonight..was drinking too much as the cool shot glass filled with amber whiskey was placed in front of him as the bartender asked gently "Rough week..chief?. The drinker scoffed downing the shot with ease as it clinked against the clear surface of the bar. The weary look in his eyes was enough of an answer as were the series of front page headlines proclaiming that..metahumans were among us...and making moves within the normal world. The slap of paper broke the police chief's concentration on the shot glass as another dreaded headline stared him down like the barrel of his service pistol "Onoto Crime Family Gone!: The Blessing or Curse?". The Onoto Family had been another tick sucking at the criminal filth's extreme need for drugs and guns...but were now seemingly in shambles after the Head's..head..had been dropped off at the 13th Precinct with a little smiley note on the bag. It was enough to make Police Chief Rudon Witt's need for a drink rise after seeing the crude cut of the detached head..damned vigilantes. The rumor mill was spinning at every major paper speculating which new..authority decided to take the law into their own hands. The question that remained on the Chief's mind was why the act was committed. Did the vigilante want that particular area of city for their own? As an act of revenge? To win a point in some sick and twisted game between metahumans playing with normal humans like Life. Regardless, it couldn't be getting any worse..right?
Wrong.
The city of Brackenridge had become home to something completely new this past year..metahuman. Human beings with superpowers..with time on their hands it seems. The city may have been vast..but paths have bound to have crossed..for better or worse. Now the only question on their minds..what are the motivations of the other?
To serve the people of the city...
Or to rule over them.
Together.
Or Alone.
Hero.
Villain.
Something in-between?
Enjoy meeting your neighbor..won't you.