Operate- Peaches
The night was black. Blacker than the deepest part of the ocean. A gang member slipped down an alley. His head was turning rapidly from side to side, as if afraid of something. As he walked, he moaned aloud.
" Oh god. I'm dead. I'm dead meat. If they ever find out, death will be a blessing."
A masked figure watched the teenager walk along the alley. Blood was on the kid's clothing, so he must have been a killer. As Rorschach followed the person, he knew that the street was going to be devoid of one less killer that night.