If one looked closely you would say it looked like you could see small smoke trails coming off the bike as well as the man riding it. The bike was a jet black Harley Davidson with a small yellow harp painted onto the fuel tank. The man riding the bike seemed of average height if ever so slightly on the taller side of the scale. He wore a leather jacket with a cross on the back that wings behind it. None of this is what made the man stand out however. Rather it was the fact that instead of a normal melmet his was a sort of mask helmet. All black with no mouth space it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to speak or breathe. If you could see under the mask you would be shocked to find out that this vigilante was in fact none other than Boston's own Finnlay MacTyre.
Suddenly the bike stopped at a warehouse not far from the docks. The man that had been riding it stepped off of it and made his way towards one of the side doors only to find it locked. Looking around a second the man's gaze settled on a window that was broken near the top of the building. Looking up at the broken window Finnlay, or as he's called when in his gear “Smoke Screen”, Let his body be consumed in smoke as he moved in through the window. Looking down he saw a group of men moving boxes around in the warehouse while opening others. Looking down at them he saw his main target, a gang leader of one of the many small street gangs trying to make a power play. Finn shook his head “They never learn.”
he said to himself. Dropping down from the walk way he was perched on he gained the attention of the gang members who to there credit opened fire immediately.
Finn simple let the bullets pass right through him as he stood there as if nothing was happening. He never said a word as he slowly walked towards them. One of the gang members came running with a bat thinking for whatever reason a bat would be the solution to this problem. However just like the bullets it did nothing but pass straight through him. The poor man didn't have anytime to think before he saw the barrel of Smoke Screens pistol in his face before the flash. Finn instantly turned around turning into his smoke form as he moved with a fast past dipping and dodging around the warehouse systematically eliminating every last one of the Gang members. Finally all that was left was him the gang leader and a boy who couldn't be more the 13. “l-l-l-Listen man i'll give you whatever you want. You want the weapons you can have them hell i'll even give you the money I was gonna get just let me live.”
Finnlay ignored the mans pleas for help as he began to raise his pistol up the the man's head.
BANG. The mans lifeless body fell to the ground from being shot by two bullets from Finlays custom pistols. Turning to the young boy who was at this point petrified beyond belief at witnessing the blood shed. Speaking for the first time that night Smoke Screen said in a voice that was slightly deeper thanks to the mask “This is your only warning. Leave here and turn your life around. If I see you again in this setting you will end up like your friends here.”
and with that he vanished into smoke. The boy only broke out of his fear when he heard the sound of a motorcycle driving away and the sounds of police sirens.