"Who the fuck is that guy?" One of the men with Mr. 13 ask. You take a moment to look at the four men in front of you. Two are are wearing street clothes one is wearing a wearing a muscle shirt and suspenders, too unusual to be casual wear. Mr 13 himself is wearing a brown leather jacket that's just open enough to reveal a bulletproof vest underneath, jeans and a pair of steel toed boots.
That have some red on them.
Two of the men, Mr. 13 and one of his goons are wielding Assault Rifles with a lot of tactical stuff that you don't recognize. The man who fired before has a shotgun, and it looks like guy who was chasing him only has a pistol.
"I dunno. Looks like one of those Plutonic Knights without the glowing shit." Another man says.
"That's not the question you should be asking yourselves." You say. With that, you summon a fireball in your right hand. The goons jump back at your magical display, the orange flame lighting up the night. "What you need to be asking is if what you're doing here is worth the skin grafts you'll need if you don't let that man go."
"¡Ayúdame, por favor! ¡Me van a matar! ¡Ya mataron a Ernesto y Mariela!" The Hispanic man shouts.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" the pistol wielding goon says. He rapidly looks from the man, to you, hand tightening over his gun.
That's when you see a bit of light coming from your left. You glance in that direction and you see two men in the gap of a broken fence. Both wearing hockey masks and carrying guns of their own. One of them points at you but they aren't raising their guns yet. One of them motions to the other to turn off his flashlight, which he does, leaving them shrouded in darkness once again.
Their leader, however, doesn't seem phased, even though you'd have half a foot, and two sets of powers on him. "I don't know who you are, but we have things under control here." He says in a deep, calm voice. "We're just here doing our part to keep our city safe."
"Y-y-yeah! *******s like him are ruining this country. We ain't doing nothing wrong!" One of the men says, apparently spurred on by his leader's confidence.
"Even if I took your word for anything you just said." You say, slowly. "You know what? I'm not even going to give you that, you're chasing an unarmed guy through the streets at night. You're all wearing masks and have enough firepower to supply a coup. Against an unarmed man. And you expect me to believe that you aren't doing anything wrong?" You hear Jasmine typing something in your earpiece, but you don't pay it any mind.
"What gives any of us the right to do anything?" Mr. 13 says. "I mean, look at you, you came out here looking for a fight. I don't know who or what you're working for, but men like that," He gestures behind him in the direction of the Hispanic man, "Are the real criminals. Coming here, stealing, raping, killing. If you loved your country, really loved it, then you'd be here with us."
"Don't compare me to you" You say, getting angry. You fight people who actually pose a threat to others. And besides, you usually fight people who fight back! This Nazi fuck needs backup and enough guns to overthrow a small country to chase down one man! You're about to tear into him when Jasmine interrupts you.
"Bad news Vigil" Jasmine says. "I translated what our guy said. Looks like these guys already killed at least two people. Possibly more"
"Look, Just ride away and let us handle it. Go after some real bad guys." Mr. 13 says. "But if you do something stupid." He aims his rifle at you. "I know that steel armor like that isn't bulletproof. So how about this, you have ten seconds to walk away. You won't like what happens if you don't"
With that, the goons with him seem to find their spines. Some start aiming at you, some just have their barrels pointed in your general direction. One of the two men in the back even starts making his way towards you, trying not to be seen.
"10" He counts out loud.
All eyes are on you. Except for one particular pair. The Hispanic man that they were chasing is crawling away. Out of the light of the van and towards the treeline a few hundred feed away. Looks like they aren't leaving and the man they're chasing isn't in the clear yet. If you want to save him, you're gonna need to act now.
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