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"Imma be rich!"

Nope. You're gonna explain why you tried to shoot a superhero with an elk hunting arrow. She would find this out real quick; the second she rounded that last set of stairs, his hand was around her throat, and she was against the wall.

"You're going to talk. You're going to tell me a lot of things. First off, why is there a dead girl who looks exactly like you on the street down there, and if she's your sister, why aren't you acting like your sister just died?"

He then leaned in so that his contact covered eyes peered directly into the clone's hollow little soul. "And more importantly... Why did you just shoot me?"

Everything was set. He had his regrets; a little girl had died because he'd failed to strike fast enough to save her, but there was no time to think of that now. He had the man responsible for the girl's death, and so many more crimes, right in his hands, and it was time for that man to pay.

"Suspect: Vincent Vermici-" "Heh... Look at her down there..." "Crimes: Nearly uncountable, theft, assault, blackmail, tax evasion-" "Ugly little thing, wasn't she?" "All culminating in the rape and murder of Jennifer Colts, only 15 years of age-" "I don't mind that though... I like them stupid." "And the murder of an innocent unnamed girl.-" " She was dumb enough." "Punishment..." He couldn't take it anymore... This man... He was evil. He wanted to make him burn... He couldn't do that here. So he leaned into the smug man, and whispered into his are. "I'm going to make you suffer." He reached a hand up to push the man from the roof, when out of nowhere, he felt something flying toward his right side at a dangerous speed. His hand shot out to intercept it's path, and found it to be A FREAKING BROAD HEAD ARROW . The arrow fell to the ground, and he looked at it for a moment. His eyes slowly drifted to where it had come from.

He pushed Vincent from the edge of the building, and listened to him scream on the way down... It was the first time he'd heard the man scream, but it wouldn't be the last... The fall would almost definitely break his spine, but it was unlikely to kill him. Before the man was even half way down he was walking toward the roof next the building next to the one he stood on... He'd chosen this building because he would be able to spot anyone on this roof fairly easily; any adult sized person would easily be spotted.

Maybe the would-be sniper, was less than adult sized, though. He had a sneaking suspicion that something fishy was going on here... He would get to the bottom of it pretty quickly, though... If the person didn't know that they couldn't shoot him on that side, they sure as hell didn't know how easily he could jump from this building to the next...

Hint: It was pretty damn easy.

He watched her curiously as she tapped away at her phone way faster than he did. Woah, she was a natural at this, wasn't she? Underneath the curtain of hair he heard the sounds of a message being created at superhuman speeds. Yup, he was staring. She looked up finally, and he heard his text ringer. "BE A MAN~!" ala Mulan. What? Mulan was a manly movie, dangit! It had a song about being manly!

He took a moment to get to his message list thingy, and smiled as he read the message. He decided not to reply via the same medium; clearly he could use some practice.

It was then she suggested a shop... Modern modesty? Huh... Maybe it was one of those ironically named shops that had funny shirts in it and stuff.

...Nope... It wasn't. His eyes wandered around the store as they walked in. Holy crap. He was in a nunnery. Everything he saw in the woman's section was either an ankle covering skirt, a shirt that went up to the neck, and blouses that covered the elbows like showing them was a sin.

He couldn't help it. He laughed. All of the old stuffy ladies in the store gave him looks, but he had to laugh. "Look, I know you are used to dressing in this kinda stuff, but you're beautiful, and under this stuff... heck, I'm surprised you survive on sunny days in all of those layers... C'mon, lets go somewhere else, okay? You can try on some clothes that people who aren't over 9000 don't wear."

As if to emphasize his point, he patted a nearby rack of sweater vests, and a small cloud of dust poofed out.

Mirror decided it he was better off not venturing out alone to cut the electricity, and Saphirus quickly decided that was a good call; the cops might take a little longer, but cutting off the whole grid would be less messy, and he was less likely to be fried by the building itself.

Their team leader decided to go off and scout for more hostages; his ability put him in a good place for quickly looking through all of the rooms in the building, and spotting those who needed help; it also left a vacuum of power, which Cafas quickly stepped into. Saph didn't much mind; He was familiar with the young man, and thus knew where he would want him.

Things were getting serious, now; Cafas moved to withdraw his shield from the door, and Saph stepped in to keep some of the pressure off of him; He kicked a flying name plate, the same that had missed the alchemist and was looking for a second shot, into a motivational portrait that was trying to get past. A potted plant lashed out at him, and he smacked it across the room with his crowbar, where it fell in ruin. As their self professed leader moved forth toward the door he was planning to breach, covering one side, and preventing any attacks from that side.

It seemed where metal was concerned, they had two experts that could handle it; he decided it best to target anything that wasn't metallic. He was sure Emerald was probably thinking along the same lines. More interesting was the fact that the girl with the funny accent seemed to have the ability to levitate metal... That gave him an idea...

"Ey, kid... What's the range on your power?" He would have to wait for an answer, though, as when she slammed the shield into the door, and Emerald charged in, he would want to be right next to her; he was sure she could handle herself, but he hadn't met a being on this planet that could take a hit like him... A fleet of chairs attacked Emerald; from the looks of it she would have them in ribbons in no time; he spotted the executives taking refuge on a table. He rushed forward to help them, obliterating an intercom with a single swing. The crowbar wielding superhero came to a stop in front of the table, which suddenly pitched up on the side sending a hail of business men and women at him.

"Yer kidding me."

He caught a secretary, set her down respectfully, and turned to check on the other bourgeoisie. They were fine, but a hit from his sixth sense told him they might not be soon.

Why? Because the massive oak conference table had decided to lift itself on two legs, and try to slam down on all of them. Unfortunately for the table, it was trying to pancake the wrong guy; a hand lifted above the cowering crowd and stopped the falling table in its tracks, his right arm absorbing all of the kinetic force from the otherwise lethal blow. A wild grin came to his face as he felt the tingle of gathered energy from the attack...

A sturdy kick sent the table reeling on its two legs, setting it up for his next attack; his crowbar wielding hand pulled back, and launched forward. As the tool left his fingertips he threw in a heap of kinetic force, causing it to rocket into the table at incredible speed. The crowbar ripped through the table, which collapsed, and stuck deep into the wall behind it. "Hey new girl. Can you grab that back for me?" He didn't refer to what he wanted returned, trusting that she would know what he was talking about. While he waited for her to give him a hand, he got to fending off some of the smaller objects, and covering the retreat of the business men and women.

They were lucky none of them were too badly hurt, but this was just the first room; the others would have more time to attack their occupants, meaning these there guys were just that; the lucky ones.

Yup. Something was seriously wrong.

First, a girl climbs a freaking building in order to threaten him for trying to kill her dad, who wasn't really her dad. Then he punches her in the face, proving he has no love for her, and then he threatens to kill her. To be honest, that last part didn't surprise him; they were dealing with a truly evil man.

The girl told Vincent he smelled like pee. He headbutted her in the back of the dome. Things looked like they were only going to get worse, when they took a turn for the... craziest.

The girl waved at the crowd, and greeted them; they freaked out. It was like she wasn't afraid of death at all.

"JUUUUMP! YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!" Someone with the exact same voice as the girl before them screamed from the crowd below. Vincent looked down, the Judge stepped forward, Vincent noticed and turned back, holding the girl even further out. He almost lost balance himself, but managed to hold himself before the brink. "Don't move closer, Judge, or she'll die!"

He stopped in his tracks... He'd made a decision long ago that he wasn't going to sacrifice the lives of innocents, no matter how stupid, in order to get to his targets. He clenched his fist and stood his ground, waiting for his time to strike.

It wouldn't be too long until the news choppers arrived, and he could see the camera crews below setting up. As much as he hated the grandstanding, he wouldn't achieve his objective if this wasn't caught on camera. He didn't want his audience to leave, though; he would have to stall for time until everything was in order.

It helped that he had plenty to say. His booming voice reached out to the crowd once more, which was growing by the moment.

"I am here today to judge this man for his crimes. I am here to step up where our justice system failed despite overwhelming evidence. I am here because I will not allow the rich and powerful to hold themselves above the law. That is my promise to you. This man will not live to harm another human being, and more of his kind will soon follow." That was enough to get the crowd chattering, and to make a puddle appear at the feet of the man in front of him. It was funny how men like this tended to be cowards when they were confronted with their crimes.

Over the chatter of the crowd a voice rang out. "Daddy!" The crowd went silent, and his eyes narrowed. It was a child... A little girl? Or a boy... He really couldn't tell from this distance... did she think this man was her father? He'd done his research, he had no children, just a couple 'girlfriends' he liked to toss around like rag dolls when they made tiny mistakes. The child disappeared from view as she ran into the building, and he chose to ignore it... She was probably just mistaken, and it wasn't like she could get up here... He'd locked and blockaded the door. No one without a battering ram and some spare time would get that door open.

Still, there was a chance this was some sort of sick ploy on the mafia's behalf... What the objective behind it would be, he couldn't be sure... They normally weren't this inventive.