It was only an hour after sunrise but already the sun was beating down, promising the city of Los Angeles another blood hot day. In the shade of the small streets of Koreatown however, Gunn only felt the sweat running down his back because of the five-block pursuit he'd gotten himself into. With one last jump he lunged at the young man running in front of him, grabbing him by the ankles so the guy slammed into the pavement. With a swift move, Gunn had his combat boot placed firmly on his face and gave him his most charming face.
"Hi, I believe you got something that is not your property? Am I right?" he said, glancing at the purse that was clutched in the guy's fist and pushing his foot down slowly. The young man growled angrily, and at the same time his face turned a dark shade of green while his eyes flashed red.
"Hey, I know you," Gunn said, a bit surprised. He immediately regained his cool posture and smirked. "Snatching purses now? That's pathetic, man. I should just put you out of your misery." The demon guy whimpered, and Gunn couldn't suppress another smirk. "Y'know, a couple of months ago I probably would've; but you know, you're just not worth it."
He roughly pulled his foot off the demon's face and picked up the purse. In the corner of his eye he could see Demon Guy scrambling back onto his feet, onto to lunge at him again the next second with an alarming looking dagger in his hand. Gunn quickly pulled out his small battle-axe, spun round and cut the demon's head clean off in mid-spin.
"On second thought, maybe I'm too trusting." The demon blinked, right before his head fell off and bounced onto the pavement. "You know you still had that coming," Gunn said with a shrug.
Half an hour later, after glancing through the purse and having found an address, Gunn was jogging up to a young blonde woman who was unloading crates of soda cans from a battered-looking truck.
"Hey," he said, holding the purse up in the air, "this yours?" The young woman looked up and a broad smile immediately appeared across her face.
"Oh my goodness, yeah it is. Thank you!" she said as she took the purse from him and glanced into it. "Wow, everything's still in here. Did they catch the mugger or something?" Gunn grinned.
"Not in the traditional sense, but don't worry, he won't be doin' any more damage."
"Thank you so much. I run this shelter," she said, pointing to the white building behind her, "and I'd have been lost without the order forms in here. This," she added, pulling them out and waving them happily, "is definitely of the good." Gunn's eyebrow soared for a moment, but then he smiled.
"Hey, don't sweat it. I'm Gunn," he replied and held out his hand.
"I'm Anne," she said, shaking it. Gunn shook his head and grinned.
"Yeah, you would be…"
"What does that mean?" Anne asked, looking as if she'd missed the punchline of a really easy joke.
"Nothing. You just remind me of an Anne I met once, that's all."
THE END