Author's Note: Okay, it's play time.

I was dressed in a spare blue hoodie, what was left of the spandex suit, the white domino mask and a backpack that carried my regular clothes. Walking along a rooftop, stalking my unaware prey. He was a short man with a little red spot of heat in his jacket that I could see with my thermal vision, I had been looking into where the Irish stored their weapons, well their exotic weapons and discovered this man was an Irish Mafia member named Sean Leary.

Word on the street from what I have been able to glean is that Sean minds a stock of exotic weapons when their not in use. That was to smash the place once I found it so I could at least force to waste the resources replenishing them, then call the cops, get out of sight.

Eventually, they have to run out of money to buy these weapons. Right?

I had plans that involved more of these Irish weapons deposits across the city, Matt had told me over the phone that he was putting the nail on one on the other side of the Kitchen, he knew what he was doing. Since this time they will have no idea that he coming.

I had learned my lesson from the last time I went at this by myself, having brought a burner phone and digital camera to take photos of the crime scenes as they happen, setting the thing on a timer. I was taking a page from Spiderman, well not the Spiderman of this universe because Parker doesn't seem to be sending photos to the Bugle. Which might mean good things for that kid.

From my position above Leary, I could see him enter a building across the street from me. Thankfully I could still make him out in the building from others there, the red in his jacket marking him in my eyes. He was going over to the back of the building.

I floated over the street and landed the building he had entered with the grace that showcased the new mastery of my power. This allowed me to keep a better eye on this fellow. The man walked out the back door of the place, his pace was even but I had the feeling that he knew that I was following him.

Leary was briefly in a parking lot as he shoved himself into a car, then blasting out of the park and onto the road. It was a good speed for such an old car. I started to roof leap after the car, keeping my eye on him but not feeling the need to be close to him.

He was followed until he reached a restaurant, Burren Club. I set myself down on a nearby roof, hungry for some action but exercising some caution. I had learned about this place before, it was commonplace for the Kitchen Irish to met but it was too well known to hold the weapons I was looking for.

So instead I waited, I sat down on a rooftop and waited for two hours, and that was when Leary left the restaurant. This time he was with three others, with my vision I could make out bulges to the back of the coats, no doubt hiding conventional pistols. They drove off in Leary's car, heading back in the direction the man had come from before entering the bar.

I continued to follow them, hoping that this time he would lead me to the weapons I was searching for. The car was going slower this time, so there were times I just let my momentum carry my floating body along with their car's path. Eventually, they came upon a small store.

It went by the name of O'Leary's Wares. Cute.

The trio entered the place, the attitude on them was so joyful that I was surprised that they didn't break into song. Once they went to the back of the store I copied my earlier action and floated over there. Keeping an eye on Leary's heat signature I found them sitting around a table.

But I also found odd cold spots, just two piles of something that had just a pillar of heat in the center of their mass, they were at the back of the store. I decided that those might be the plasma guns like that one that hit me at the pier.

So with a gentle fall, I landed in the alleyway behind the store, there was a backdoor for the store. I gently tied the door, thankfully for stealth reasons the door was unlocked. If this was the state of the security that they left their best equipment in, then it was no wonder why they were being kicked out of the Kitchen before this.

With my thermal vision activated I saw that no one that was in the building was anywhere near me or the possible weapons. I crept up to the things, out into a hallway and down into a room where the odd heat spots were. I entered the room and was somehow proved both wrong and right.

It was some sort of exotic weaponry, in two piles, but it did not match any I had seen before. The guns looked similar to the last one, except these are smaller and somehow even more like someone had built them from scrap. There were no wires or tubes on the outside of these but you could see the points where the device was welded together from separate sheets from metal.

I picked one up, looking at it, I found the same thermal reading with the heat in the center and the rest is just a cold radiance. Thinking about it I wondered what would be the best way to break these things, I stowed it into my bag, then picking up three between my two hands. I squeezed and bent the barrels. This act caused a lot of noise, no doubt attracting a lot of attention from the Irish goons.

So I made quick work of as many as I could. Twisting and bending, always being careful not to go near what I thought was the power source. Eventually, a thug arrived on the scene, a bottle of some sort of covered drink in his hand.

"Hey," The man yelled, his drunken slur proving his drink for me. "What you doing in here?"

I could see more heat signatures running down the hall.

"Fixing Hell's Kitchen's gun problem," I told him, smirking at him from under my hood. The thug looked down at their mostly destroyed supply of exotic firearms. Then he looked up at my hand, there was a barrel that had snapped in half there, then his drunken mind came to a conclusion.

"It's the BLUE ONE!"

He turned to close the door in my face, but I just shoved my hand through it grabbing him and throwing him into a wall, now he was unconscious. I decided to meet any enemies head-on, with all their strange weapons behind me, I didn't have too much to worry about, still would have to keep my head on straight. Never know what's up ahead.

Two men came at me armed with an aluminum bat each, they struck with a precision that was impressive. I feel a ripple in the air as with a hand for each bat I caught them. Then before they could think to let go, I threw them into the ceiling and knocked them out.

Stepping over their bodies, I was approached by Leary with a shotgun, he aimed at me and fired. With the small dimensions of the hall, one would think that I would have a hard time getting out of the way, but he aimed for the center of my mass, meaning that I could just duck. I swept the gun from under his arm span.

Taking the gun from his grasp, I crushed the barrel in my hand and shoved Leary onto the ground. I quickly went into his coat pocket, Leary's phone now in hand, I found that the man did not lock his phone. I dialed 911.

"Hello," I pinched my nose, making my voice is nasal sounding as possible. "Yes, I would like to report some gunfire," I quickly rattled off the address, stepping out to the front of the store I came bursting through a door shoving the door into an empty aisle.

The Irish men that were in this room were not expecting me to just throw the door off the hinges, they had prepared themselves with shotguns and pistols. I ran around the store in a burst of speed, hitting the men down onto the floor. Once they were dealt with, I jumped through the front store, walked over to the door and threw it off its hinges. Then I took from my backpack, a few spray paint cans, and with them and my super speed I left my new signature.

A blue sun with three sets of lines coming out to the three corners of the large white diamond shield.

That was when I began to hear the whine of Police sirens, this was the time for me to leave now. The damage I did to the people in the store will at least have them search through the place. That should mean that they will find the illegal exotic weapon stash they were hiding in the back.

With that I leaped back up to the rooftops, rising above them and then floating down on them. I had other things I could be doing right now that needed my attention, like sleeping. I had to be at work tomorrow at 8 AM and it was already about 1 AM, not the best sleep schedule if I wanted to stay proficient at this for long.

So with my momentum carrying me, I went my way home, soaring across the rooftops with no difficulty, the wind threatened to take the hood off my head, which given the height I was at and the mask I was wearing underneath was not too big of a deal.

I decided to turn around so that I could look at the city as I passed it by, but found the buzzing of an aerial drone following me. It was certainly more advanced than any drone that I had seen before, it didn't have any obvious flight apparatus and was a dark blue, no doubt to help it camouflage at night.

It snapped some pictures with a noticeable snap, and then glowed brightly for a few seconds, before blasting off away from me, I was not going to let that go without searching for it. Keeping my eye on the rapidly fading drone, I shoved myself onto a roof and leaped after it with as much force as I could.

I was now following it, keeping pace behind the oddly straightforward thing. I would think that they would have given directions to zigzag so that people will have trouble following like I am doing now. It started to rise and lift onto the roof a tall building.

This wasn't part of New York I was familiar with, I'm sure that if I was to look at a street sign I would be able to find where I am but I had more important things to worry about than street addresses. I soared up and landed on the roof, the drone was still there. It buzzed about.

"Hello," The drone suddenly gained speakers and started to buzz about me. I kept my eye on it. "You must be the new vigilante on the scene, the Blueman"

It was a woman's voice and as a response to what she was saying I looked down at my suit, looked back to the drone. I came to a decision.

"I thought this was red," I told, in what was no doubt my worst attempt to vain honesty. "Someone should have told me, I truly have no friends"

"Cute," Was her curt reply. "Still I didn't expect for you to catch my drone when I sent it to spy on you, how interesting"

"You're being really upfront with this," I raised a brow in confusion, there was something wrong here, I would have to keep on guard. "This isn't just a random spot?" I questioned the drone, turning on my thermal vision. Oh, now there's the trap, it was a trio of people coming to up the stairs, a trio of the literally hottest people I had ever seen.

"Oh, you've seen right through my lies," There was a bit of a cheeky tone from the woman as if she was so proud of this trap. The three busted through the door of the roof with all the grace a bull. "If all goes well, we'll be seeing each other, ta" With that, her voice left and the trio attacked.

They were fast, faster than any person I had met since arriving here, but I was still too fast for them to keep up with. I weaved around their blows, gently thumping one in the chest and through the doorway, they came from.

Another managed to grab me from behind, so I just grabbed their wrist and snapped it throwing them to the ground. The third glowed a brilliant light red and opened his mouth to let out a massive plume of fire.

I sidestepped the flames only to be tackled by the man I had sent through the door. He didn't affect my positioning but it allowed for the one with the snapped wrist to jump at me from behind. The two grappled with me attempting to hold me down in this place, they started to heat up and soon it felt like I was holding a hot cup of coffee.

Sadly for them, I could lift a lot more than they weighed.

I effortlessly flexed my muscles and threw them off, but that just gave them enough time to get the last man a shot with that fire-breathing power hitting me right in the chest. I closed my eyes waiting for what I thought was the pain of being burned again.

Then I looked.

The fire was just harmlessly bouncing off my skin as if I was just being hosed. I walked through the fire to my attacker, with each step I took he glowed brighter and his flames got hotter. Soon I was so close that I could see his eyes, and they had gotten so bright that I thought they were spotlights instead of eyes. When I had finally got close enough to thump this guy.

He exploded.

That had finally knocked me on my back, looking up at the night sky. I leaped back to my feet, started to look for my remaining attackers only to find that they had disappeared. Gone with nothing the blast marks on the rooftop to prove otherwise. I took out my camera and took some pictures of the area, it could be useful to find out who these people were.

"How interesting," A man sitting on a chair told a redheaded woman on a chair the other side of his desk. He was a posh looking man, a clean suit and a Brazilian accent counted for his voice. "What do you make of this Rebbeca"

"The subject's strength outmatches any of our enhanced men, sir." Was her reply.

"No, I meant do you see his inexperience," He explained, sighing at the head of his security. "The way he winced at that blast even though it turned out not be able to harm him, the boy doesn't really know what he is capable of"

"We can use that to our advantage, sir," Rebecca was quick thinking, she already thought of how to use this weakness. "We send Project Ti, with what we've observed its current operator should be able to take him down, no problem"

"Good," The man stood up, started to walk out the door but stopped. "Oh and Rebecca?"

"Yes, Mr da Costa"

"Prioritise live retrieval, if we can study his body then I don't care how much Fisk is paying us to kill him"

"Yes sir," With that, she quickly went to work compiling the resources necessary to do the task.

Roberto da Costa could only grin, his plans could only be enhanced by the presence of this Blueman. It was good that he had managed to acquire what was left of Killian's organization before it burned by SHIELD. To think that path to such advanced science would only cost a measly billion, still, it left him in need of funding, hence the accepting bounties to kill people for people like Fisk.

But that would change when he manages to complete his plans.

Author's Note: So I imagine that some of you are confused by this latest character introduced, and the fact that he hasn't the same morality that his comic counterpart has. That will be explained in the story as it goes along.

But in essence, he's serving a role that I feel that no other character could, and that is important. What his goals are going to surprise some.

I hoped that this chapter showcased a better showing for the Blueman than the previous ones did, he has improved, learned from the early mistakes. Here we are also introduced to his new heroic symbol because at heart Pat is still a child who has always wanted to have his own symbol. What do you guys think?

Also, I would like to thank user J Carl Henderson on spacebattles who created the Logo. its the one used for the cover. Thank you for reading and please review.