A cold night. Too cold to stand outside waiting. A smoke didn't pass the time fast enough. But then again nothing ever moved fast enough for Harry. Even in the city of Townsville where little girls with superpowers went toe-to-toe with super-intelligent monkeys. Harry palmed the snub-nosed revolver in his coat with one hand and compulsively smoked a cigarette with the other, regretting the attempt at a film-noir style of attire and attitude, as it required slick one liners and clever quips, which he wasn't any good at. Too late, he figured, as just then, the gang green made their appearance. A grotesque menagerie of hoodlums with green skin. Like a virus they never quite went away. They had stranglehold on half the drug trade in Townsville. Bastards were smart enough to work it so they were never quite to blame in the eyes of the law though.
Harry knew he couldn't put them away, since nothing would stick. They'd get out the next day. He couldn't just blast them either since he couldn't justify that to himself. Not yet. That wasn't really his style anyway.
Harry had been looking into the deaths of a few people who'd tried the new thing on the street. Drug called "Eclipse." Stuff was extracted from chemical X, some compound used in a few cosmetics and likely the stuff that, in the right dose (read: an ass load), made the local pint-sized pastel-colored trio a superpowered pint-sized pastel trio. Normally, this'd just be a few irresponsible junkies that kicked the bucket when they didn't know what they were doing.
But Harry had a hunch, a gun, and a badge. Three things that get people killed daily.
Except for people like Harry.