The following morning Doreen could be found once again at the local gym, however she had left her robotic arm at home, for Iron Man had not equipped a method for it to look like a normal arm, and she didn't want anyone to see her with a robotic arm.
"Last night could have gone better," Doreen muttered under her breath as she finished lifting weights with her right hand, "I should have been able to prevent those cops from getting injured." Doreen sighed as she stood up and began walking towards the treadmills.
"Doreen what happened?" a very familiar investigative reporter asked as Jacob walked up behind her, and upon turning around she could see he was staring at where her left arm used to reside.
"They sadly had to amputate my arm, bone cancer." Doreen lied with a grimace on her face, and thankfully the lie seemed to fool Jacob as he nodded grimly.
"I'm sorry to hear that someone as young as you had to suffer like that." Jacob said as he patted her good shoulder.
"I didn't suffer, I'm actually happy that they caught it early, sadly my arm couldn't be saved," Doreen said with a fake sad look on her face, "anyway, can we please change the subject off my left arm, how's your work going?" she asked the young reporter.
"It's going slowly at the moment, but I might have a huge lead soon," Jacob said with an eager smile, and that caught Doreen's attention, for she knew that Jacob had it in for Mayor Anderson, and truth be told that would benefit Doreen since he knew her identity, "yea, I got an anonymous tip saying that Mayor Anderson might have destroyed the voting results of several voting machines." Jacob said, and that made Doreen perk up.
"How the hell could he do that?" Doreen asked, for she wasn't sure how Barron could have destroyed votes.
Jacob looked around to make sure they wouldn't be overheard as he pulled out his cell-phone and pulled up a Los Angeles news article from back when Doreen was back in New York, It showed masked criminals in a gunfight with police officers.
"What does this prove, forgive me but I was still at my internship in New York at the time this happened." Doreen said.
"The day of the election, a group of criminals for hire known as 'The Imposters' robbed a bank and made their escape through a voting location, destroying numerous voting machines, destroying countess votes, then they just disappeared without a trace, but that's not all I suspect the Mayor of doing, I also suspect him of gerrymandering." Jacob said, and that surprised Doreen.
"No offense, but can you prove any of this, if Mayor Anderson is really behind what your accusing him of, you'd better have solid evidence, or else the rest of the press will have a field day." Doreen said, and that made Jacob smile.
"You're a smart one Doreen, and I admire that," Jacob said as he patted her on her good shoulder, "I am gathering evidence, every day I'm more and more coming closer to the truth, and the truth will set us free from Mayor Anderson." Jacob said with a big smile, as he pulled out his phone and noticed a text message, which made him walk away to respond to the message.
"Be careful of the cost of the truth." Doreen whispered as she walked out of the gym and headed back home.
A few hours later SG could be found sitting with her legs dangling off the side of a tall building, Jim's task force was currently scouting several known locations that Shape's men had been spotted recently, and she could be found waiting for them to give her a location to run off to.
SG pulled out her phone and dialed Jim, "got anything Jim, I'm starting to get lonely up here." SG said with a smile that nobody could see.
"Nothing yet, I'll keep you posted." Jim said as he hung up and kept looking for something for the squirrel tailed heroine.
Suddenly her phone began to ring and she looked down and noticed it was her mother, "what's up mom?" SG asked as she kept looking over the city.
"I'd like you to come home for the night, it's late, and I want you home." Maureen said in a concerned tone, and that surprised SG.
"It's not even midnight, you know night is when Squirrel Girl is most needed." SG argued in a calm yet firm tone.
"I don't care, your coming home, and that's that." Maureen ordered SG as the line went dead, which made SG dial Jim again.
"I'm turning in for the night, I'll be back first thing in the morning, Jim." SG told the police captain.
"Understood, have a good night." Jim replied as the line went dead, and SG began leaping from building to building on her way home.
"SG's gone for the night, we're on our own team." Jim informed his task force over the radio.
"That's bad timing for us, just got a tip saying that Shape will be moving weapons by a garbage truck on the west side." another officer radioed his captain.
"Roger that, move in an take 'em out, we'll be right behind you." Jim ordered as he and his task force sped off towards the west side.
"Cover me, I'll try and flank him!" Jim ordered as he raised his rifle and fired a quick three round burst at the armed solders who where guarding the abandoned record store. Jim and the task force had quickly moved in on the garbage truck, but not fast enough as it had reached it's destination, and upon the task force pulling up behind it, over fifty heavily armed guards had raced out of the building and began opening fire on the task force, pinning them behind, and inside their armored vans.
Just as Jim was about to flank, a loud bang could be heard and the area was filled with a thick white smoke, that blocked the view of the armed guards, and Jim heard the air make a strange noise as a cloaked figure landed in front of them and began rushing at the guards as they regained their senses and opened fire, but the bullets simply phased through their intended target as the figure in question and with a slash of a clawed glove, sliced several rifles in half, and quickly subdued almost all of the guards with some well aimed placed kicks and punches. One of the last guards tried to rush with a large combat knife, but the cloaked figure turned invisible and the last guard as if pulled by invisible strings flew through the air and landed in a crumbled heap.
Roughly a minute later all fifty guards had been subdued, and the cloaked figure turned visible again, and turned to face the cops, gave them a head nod before turning invisible again and disappearing into the crisp night air, all Jim could make out before the being turned invisible was a capital letter R on the chest armor.