In a alleyway, The Archer has a thug pinned up to a wall as dawn's first light shows. "Tell me what you know!" The Archer's voice screams at the thug.

::Jocelyn is walking down the sidewalk, headed for the Starbucks on the corner. She hears commotion in the alleyway ahead of her and stops. She sees a masked figure holding a man against the wall. She's not one to interfere without reason, but Jocelyn can't help staying to watch. She leans quietly against the stone wall just inside the alley::

"I don't know shit man!" The thug yells at The Archer, looking between the woman at the mouth of the alley and The Archer.

The Archer looks to his left, at the woman. He lets the thug go and he runs down the opposite way of the alley. The Archer stays, looking at the woman.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt." ::The woman speaks up in a British accent, a small smirk on her face. She watches the thug turn at the end of the alley and disappear.:: "I was merely curious."

"Don't let it get the best of you." The Archer says though the voice changer in his mask. "I think it'd be in your best interest if you didn't call much attention to this."

"I've only been in the country for about thirty-six hours, love." ::Jocelyn replies evenly.:: "I've got no one to tell anyway. But I must say, it may be in your best interest to do those sort of things in a more private area. Next time it could be an officer 'round the corner."

"It was dark fifteen minutes ago, and he wouldn't give me answers. Besides, taking down cops is too easy in this city." The Archer says, deciding that this woman is safe to be around.

"I'll remember that." ::She says, her expression impossible to read. She continues to look at the man but says nothing.::

"I wouldn't try anything against the police if I were you. You don't want to be on my bad side." The Archer says, looking up into the sky for a moment.

"Hmm, that's interesting. Were you not the one who just told me that the police in this city were easy to take down?" ::She smiles a little.:: "Not that I was planning anything, mind you. Just seems a bit hypocritcal of you."

"I do what is needed to be done. If a cop gets in my way, I'll take him down. I do reserve the right to be called a good guy, though." He says, starting to think different of this woman.

"Reserve away. Don't let me stop you. So, that guy--" ::Jocelyn indicates the end of the alley, where the thug disappeared.:: "He wasn't all that important?"

"Either way I'll get my answers. No doubt that he'll whine to his boss, wanting to know why he let me get to him. His boss is the one I'm after, so he'll send someone looking for me. And if you'll excuse me, it's not early morning and I am very much a creature of the night." The Archer says, walking off to the side of the alley and hopping on a grey moter-cycle. He starts it up, heading towards the woman. "Stay out of trouble." He says, stopping next to her, before speeding off.

"Thanks a lot." ::Jocelyn shakes her head, chuckling a bit. She watches the man speed off before leaving the alley and continuing to Starbucks.::

James, having changed into his new clothes, lounges back in the passenger's seat of his Ferrari. He telepathicaly takes a look around and notices something interesting about the large black SUV a few cars behind him, the man sitting in the passenger seat is holding an assault rifle.

"Step on it." Jordan says quietly but urgently to his driver.
"Wh-" He says, but jordan cuts him off.
"Just do it." Jordan says quickly.

The driver speeds up slightly but comes to a stop at a crosswalk, where a homeless man is crossing with a shopping cart. Suddenly he trows the cart to the side and draws a handgun, aiming it strait at jordan.

"Hit him." Jodran says. The dirver hesitates and jordan presses the gas down with his powers. "You drive like my grandma." The man fires a shot, that with the help of jordan's powers, only manages to graze the paint on the side of the car.