It was late night in Chicago. After studying the city maps, she found the busiest section of town and settled in to wait; if they wanted to move about without causing attention, she'd be able to find them from her vantage point, atop a building across from a large restaurant. The area of the city itself was a slum, but the restaurant was well-kept and well-built, despite the disarray around it. Pulling up to the restaurant was a long black stretch limo. It stopped, and a somewhat over muscled man got out of the driver's door, dressed in a very fine suit. Even from her vantage point on the roof she could smell the garlic that seemed to be emanating from him like an air freshener designed to repel vampires. He went around to the other side and opened the door, allowing an overweight man to waddle out, making his way into the restaurant.
Olivia ground her teeth, tightening her grip on the bow. "Damn pig," she growled under her breath. "Getting fat off of the poorest people."
"I can't say I don't share your sentiment."
Olivia spun, coming up from her crouched position, bow pulled back and ready to fire. Standing in front of her was a man-sort of. He was at least six and a half feet tall, and almost just as wide. The bronze and gold wings that were folded behind him were double that, and he wore a red bandolier over his otherwise uncovered hairy chest. Sitting at his hip was a very large, very heavy-looking stick. "Put the bow down, girl. I'm not here to hurt you."
"What are you here for?" Olivia demanded.
He gestured with the hawk-like helmet to the restaurant. "The man down there is Vinny the Nose. He is going to shut down that restaurant in a few minutes. Ten minutes from now, another limo will pull up with a representative of the Carlino family. They run the docks. And I'm going to stop them from getting a stranglehold on the city."
Olivia looked down at the restaurant again. It wasn't her problem; she was looking for the murderer who had shown up in the strange energy that the satellite had picked up. Still, if she wasn't good for doing something like this, what was she good for? "How can I help?"
"You-" There was a pause as he cut himself off mid-sentence. "The Carlino's are here. It's too early. It must be a raid." He turned back to her, pulling the stick from his belt. Suddenly, the top became a giant mallet head, swirling with deep red, almost purple plasma. "Clear out that restaurant. There are innocent people in there." He flew off, down the street.
Olivia turned, grabbing a small box out of her belt. She pressed a few buttons on the edge, then set it on the back of her bow. Pulling back, she fired at the front door. A hologram appeared, of a dozen men opening fire. She released a single sonic arrow, causing the glass to shatter. People began to scatter, running as quickly as they could out of the way. As she was making her way down t street level, she noted three men come out with guns, surrounding Vinny the Nose.
She pulled back again, closing her eyes at the last moment against the blinding light. Before they had a chance to recover, she was standing on the sidewalk, bow pulled back. "Drop them." she ordered.
Obediently, the three of them did, running. Vinny, however, wasn't going to give up there; he made a run for the limo. Olivia let the arrow go, pinning it into the driver's door handle. The fat man turned and started to run down the street.
Sighing, Olivia pulled back again, and let fly. As soon s the arrow hit, the street around him turned to ice, reaching up over his expensive shoes to hold him in place. Leisurely, she walked over, watching as he struggled to free himself. She stood in front of him, bow pulled back again. "Bad evening for business."
He looked up, then past her, his face turning white. As she turned, she noticed the winged man fly over, grabbing him ad pulling him right off the street. Without a word, he flew off. Behind her, Olivia heard an explosion.
"You're welcome," she growled at him, turning back. There were a few people running from the fire, dropping their guns on the street as they did. She smiled somewhat to herself; not what she had expected, but all in all, not a bad night.