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It was a relatively quiet night. Quite unusual, considering the city. 'Something's going to happen, I can feel it!' Squirrel Girl thought as she silently leapt from rooftop to rooftop. Suddenly, her communicator went off. "Hey," she said as she easily cleared a 15-foot gap.

"Squirrel Girl, we've got some activity at the First Republic Bank," Jim's voice said over the communicator. "Looks like we have some punks trying to rob the place. How close are you to there?" He asked.

"I'm about five minutes away," SG replied as she made a right turn to head to the bank.

"Good," Jim replied. "Make sure they get the idea that we don't take kindly to that kind of behavior," he added before hanging up.

SG nodded as she continued jumping from building to building. It wouldn't take her too long to get to the bank, and she was tough enough to take on a couple bank robbers. When she landed in front of the bank and charged through the front doors, however, she was in for a surprise: someone had beaten her to it. What appeared to be a small crowd of people was huddled near the front desk, and as Doreen elbowed her way through, she saw two things: three handcuffed criminals and Moss in the center. "What the heck is going on?" SG asked, confused. "Why are these people just standing around? Shouldn't they have been … I don't know … getting help?"

"They are the help," Moss replied. "Look, Squirrel Girl, I appreciate what you do. We all do," he added, gesturing to the small crowd around them, and Doreen noticed quite a few people nodding in agreement as Moss guided her to the doors. "Still," he said as soon as they were outside, "there are people trying to make a difference on their own. They want to be able to defend themselves from all the crap that's flying around, and there's a lot of it to go around. That's why I've started a sort of civilian defense corps, to help people fight against the stuff that's going on around them."

"What sort of training have they had?" SG asked, curious. "You can't have just picked random people off the street."

"That's the thing," Moss replied. "I DID pick random people off the street. They've all expressed a desire of some kind to fight back against everything that's going wrong, and I've given them that chance. They've been educated in the proper use of pistols, they all have pistol permits and pistols of their own, and they've been trained in the usage of police walkie-talkies. They report to me, they signed a waiver stating that they are honor-bound to uphold the law, and they've also been informed that if they attempt to use their position to carry out personal vendettas of any kind, they will be prosecuted and thrown in jail."

SG nodded. She was uneasy about the idea, but she really had nothing to say against it. She knew Moss would hold them to their word, and that they wouldn't try to cross him. "I'll try to keep an open mind about it," she finally said.

"That's all I ask," Moss said with a nod. "You're welcome to question the suspects. They're not headed anywhere."

SG nodded and walked into the bank, and like last time, the crowd made a path for her to the would-be robbers. 'They're not overly bright robbers,' she thought as she looked at their clothing. The three robbers wore bright clothing: Bright yellow for one guy, bright green for the other guy, and bright pink for the woman. Even if they had gotten away, police would have little trouble finding them. Still, she had to know. "Why did you attack this place?" She asked the robbers. "You couldn't have just chosen this place at random." 'Though you probably didn't put much thought into it,' she added in her head as she looked at their clothing again.

The yellow-wearing robber shrugged his shoulders. "Well, why not rob this place?" He asked. "This is the mayor's favorite place, don't you know?"

"Yeah," the girl added. "I used to work in this joint, and I hated it." She smirked and added, "The mayor always deposits a crap-ton of money in this joint every Tuesday, money that just sits there and never gets used for anything, which shows the mayor is a liar, as if that wasn't already obvious."

"So," the green-wearing guy added, "why not steal the money from that rich fool and give it to us poor folks who need it most?"

"I don't know," Doreen replied as she pointed at their shirts. "You look like you need fashion sense more than money."

The handcuffed girl was shocked. "You're defending that rich son of a-?" She asked before being elbowed by her yellow-wearing companion.

"I'm not…" Doreen started to protest, but she paused to take a breath. "Look. Stealing is wrong, even if it's from a jerk like the mayor. That's why you're going to jail. Trust me, I would love to see some money invested in improving this city, and less invested in the shady casinos, but as it stands, my job is to put people like you in jail." She turned around and started walking toward the door, but she paused after a few steps. "Besides," she added without looking back, "I highly doubt you would be putting any of that money into actually improving the city. Call me crazy, but I doubt that was your intention." With that parting remark, she walked out of the door and jumped onto the rooftop of a nearby building as she went back on patrol.

Edited by Darkest Nightmare's Dread