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Apartment 143, Fifth Floor, 987 Block, Mid-Ward District, Tayseri Ward, the Citadel, Widow System, Serpent Nebula.
February 26th, 2183.
"Welcome to Citadel Newsnet. I'm Emily Wong.
Criminal activity in Tayseri Ward took a hit yesterday, as the Purple Dragons arrested in the Factory District, made claims that a 'masked vigilante' attacked the business dealing between them and their business partners, whom they refused to identity to C-Sec. The Purple Dragons sustained injuries of various kinds, including broken bones, bruises and bleeding as a result of the vigilante attack. C-Sec issued a statement later today, condemning the vigilante's actions, urging the public to be extra vigilant and to report any sighting of the vigilante to C-Sec, and urging the vigilante to hand himself in..."
Turning off the vidscreen in his room, the sixteen year old teenager went over to his personal computer and then opened his journal.
Entry 283 - February 25th, 2183 CE.
Criminal scum are infested everywhere on this darn Citadel. And it's only a matter of time before they hurt the people close to me. My mom, my little sis…..
Just a few weeks ago, a girl from the school went missing, April, her name was, I don't remember her full name, and I only saw passing glances of her, but once people like that are gone, you notice. She knew a handful of people, including ones I knew and her absence affected them in a big way. C-Sec investigated, but they had no luck, but given their inadequacy, I shouldn't have been surprised. C-Sec are afraid to do what is necessary to get rid of the criminal scum and clean them out.
But what is also significant, is that her disappearance left a mark on me. What if the criminal scum hurt more people, as well as my mom and sis?
Well, I'm not going to wait around to find out. You either make a stand, or you don't. Well, I choose to make a stand. Just as I choose to fight back against Eddie Cooper and his goons at school. To make all those criminal scum pay, to make them fear me.
Beginning a new entry into his journal, he started typing in his thoughts.
Entry 284 - February 26th, 2183 CE.
The first night was a success. I tracked down those Purple Dragon scum to the Factory District, using my awesome tracking skills, and a bit of Casey know-how, and soon enough, those Purple Dragons were meeting some no-gooders belonging to someone named Fist.
And I took it upon myself to make awesome heroic entrance, and took down my first Purple Dragon.
My opening shot struck him and he went down crashing against a container. Made a loud crash, that brought over a couple of no-gooder thugs ready for a smackdown, Casey Jones style.
One Krogan, and Four Turians. They sustained injuries from my pucks, and soon, I jumped in and delivered some justice to those scumbags.
It was a hard fight, and I picked up a couple of scrapes on the way, but eventually, all thugs were moaning and groaning on the ground. And I was the only one standing on his two feet.
Of course, I had to get out before C-Sec arrived, but still, I won!
But there are a lot more scumbags out there, and that night was just the beginning. Today, I'm heading out again, and finding more criminal scumbags to take down.
Finishing off that entry, a sudden voice broke out.
His mother, who had immediately started making dinner after returning home from work, was now calling.
"Casey! Dinner!"
After dinner between him, his mother Sharon and his little sister Karen, Casey got out from his wardrobe, a punching bag that he attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling of his room, then wrapped hand wraps around his hands, before he assumed the position and started beginning to ferociously punch the bag.
Time flew by, and Casey was intensively sweating by the time he was done punching.
Getting a towel, Casey wiped his forehead, then other places where he was sweating, before he got to his bed, and lifted up the mattress, revealing a secret, hastily constructed, compartment for a travel bag containing his vigilante gear, and his golf bag, full of his weaponry (consisted of hockey sticks, baseball bats, cricket bats, golf clubs and pucks).
Getting them out, Casey soon carried them out of his room, and was about to head to the door, when the voice of his mother suddenly stopped him in his tracks.
"Still going out to get some exercise this late, Casey?"
Turning around to face his mother, who was sitting on the couch in the living room, Casey said, "Yep, you know me. Gotta keep in shape, and all".
Even though placated by his answer, Sharon Jones still reminded him, "Don't be too late. I want you home by midnight. Oh and stay on the streets. I don't want you going down those back-alleys. Full of all sorts of dangerous people".
Casey rolled his eyes, adding, "Don't worry, mom. I'll be fine. Beside, those alleyways are terrible for exercise", which made his mother slightly smile.
As he walked out his front door, Casey felt a slight sensation of guilt, for lying to his mother.
But he shoved that guilt down, and headed to his 'hideout'.
Dressed in combat boots, blue jeans (with knee pads over them), a hoodie (with a tactical vest over it), a modified ice hockey blocker glove on his left hand (that he managed to design a grappling line launcher, in addition to fitting an left-handed omni-tool, due to his dominant left hand), a brown leather glove on the right hand and a modified ice hockey mask, Casey Jones was ready for action.
Putting the finishing touches to his face paint, Casey then turned his attention to his radio set, which he used, to track down criminal activity on the Ward.
The problem was, it was ancient. And Casey meant really ancient.
So that meant, it didn't work a lot of the time.
And today, was one day that it didn't work.
Just what he needed, for his second night of vigilante justice!
Instead, he checked his gear, as well as his assortment of paint spray cans and hockey pucks, that he kept in the pouches of the vest.
Satisfied that he was ready, he put the mask to his face, put the hood over his head, and left the hideout, with the intention of getting to the rooftops, then heading towards the Factory District, in the hopes that he might stumble across a crime in progress and put a stop to it.
And vigilante, Casey Jones, makes his debut!
Next chapter, we'll be finding out what's happening with the Turtles, at their lair in the Keeper Tunnels.
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