Date: 04/05/2013

Time: 23:00 (11:00 PM)

Police Sirens, Car Alarms, and Fire Detectors, all coming together like a symphony specifically designed by Mozart himself, all for the sole purpose of driving the inhabitants of the city completely and utterly insane. Granted it didn't take much for some.

Unfortunately, while some were able to sleep through it, Will didn't have that option… neither did any of the team now that he thought about it. While most of the city was up and running during the day, Will's team was forced to function at night.

After the team had joined together for that first mission, when they had found Sarah and Will had pounded Josh into the dust (He still felt slightly guilty about that… but only slightly), they had quickly learned that times had changed. Where heroes could work from dawn to midnight before, they were now confined to the mysteries of the night. Of course, when a robbery broke out (or something of the sort) during the day, Will was prone to sneak out and take care of it.

The forces that had defeated the league were running the show now. Not publicly of course, but there had been changes to the police force that showed definite proof of their existence behind the scenes. Now if they could just figure out who they were…

In any case, if they were caught in broad daylight they would be sent to jail for "Unauthorized Vigilantism". Not a preferable option. In addition, several jailbreaks had occurred lately, and the magnitude of the planning (along with the gang leaders suspiciously involved) seemed to suggest that it was not a mere criminal's mind that had orchestrated it.

So, the team went out at night, when the police squads were fewer and escape was easier to come by. Criminals were scattered everywhere, and in order to keep track of all of them, the team was forced to split into pairs. Rachel with Sarah, Kate went solo (impossible to get caught in her animal form, unless someone called the zoo), and Will with Michael. They all knew they needed another member, five wasn't nearly enough, but with the new "Vigilante Acts", crime fighters were hard to come by. Most were scared to use their powers like the team did, and those who weren't ended up being impossible to locate.

On this particular night, Will and Michael were patrolling the east end of town. It was generally the roughest area of town, so both were on full covert mode the entirety of the night. For Will this was simply tapping the insignia on his torso so that the glow vanished from it, but when Mike tapped his armored suit it completely changed its color scheme. Its usual yellow on red became grey on black, perfect for nighttime patrol. It was very impressive actually.

"What do we got?" Mike asked as he approached. Will had gone ahead to scout, giving the signal to approach mere seconds ago.

"Buster class, brute force. Party of eight, minimal range oriented. Crowbars distributed to half the group, the rest look like a ragtag assembly of wood and duct tape."

"Wanna pull the firearm?" Mike asked. Will smiled knowingly in response. The two had grown close over the past month, and multiple tactical maneuvers had presented themselves to the team as of late. This was one of Will's personal favorites, though this was the first chance to put it into action.

Will pulled his gloves up, exposing the web shooters on his wrists. He turned the dial on it clockwise one-quarter of a rotation. He had designed the device with the purpose of being able to fire different types of webbing for different purposes. So far only three of the four slots were filled, the first with normal web fluid, the second with extra sticky compound woven into the strands, useful for clogging up machinery and the like, and the third was about to be put to the test.

"Gladly," he responded, and pulled his gloves back down.

Michael took a position to his right and a little bit ahead, and Will knelt on the roof, aiming directly ahead of the gang members. He nodded to Michael and his partner began a volley of white hot flame into the gang's first exit, and then altered his aim to send a smaller jet toward the opposite end, where the gang was fleeing. Will fired a web straight into the jet of flame and the webbing came out white-hot. It stuck to the final exit and the gang members ran straight into its sticky heat. They cursed and screamed for about three seconds, at which point Will launched a small disc in their direction. It exploded as soon as it was in range, sending a large net of webbing straight at the group, subduing them.

"Nice," Michael congratulated him, and Will gave a smile in return. It was then that he realized Mike couldn't see it through his mask, and nodded thanks in response.

The sun began to rise in the east, and taking it as their cue, the pair left the premises, presumably on their way back to base, wherever it might be.

A shadow flickered above, unbeknownst to the two below. Someone was watching, but what was the purpose, and who was the spy?