In truth, the PRT, true to form, exhibited a tardy response, and even upon their arrival, their actions were notably limited. Glancing at my screen, I observed a nearby camera capturing Miss Militia's visceral reaction to the gruesome scene, where she appeared to lose control of her bowls. It was surprising, given her past as a veteran child soldier.

Regardless of the PRT's shortcomings, there were more pressing matters at hand. Before proceeding further, I recognized the necessity of addressing the looming issue – the Queen Administrator. While she possessed the potential to be a formidable hero, the risk of her transforming into a rival villain demanded proactive measures.

Positioned outside her residence, I couldn't ignore the significance of this encounter. Locating her home wasn't an intricate task, and while the unwritten rules might raise objections, my understanding was that she hadn't triggered as of yet according to my timetable. It became apparent that proactive measures were essential to address this potential threat and prevent any unforeseen complications in the future.

In solitude, I found it apt to pay homage to the hero that fate had denied. The weather, perhaps in sync with the gravity of the moment, turned cold and rainy. After a period of introspection, I ascended the stairs to the porch, my eyes fixed on the door, each mark and scar on its surface a testament to the passage of time and untold stories.

With deliberate intent, I extended my gloved hand, orchestrating three muffled knocks to reverberate and announce my presence within the residence. The subsequent silence held a certain weight before the resonance of heavy footsteps echoed down worn stairs. A preconceived notion suggested the approaching figure to be none other than the father of my target, and my conjecture materialized as Danny Hebert opened the door.

Before he could articulate any inquiries, my hand swiftly delved into the confines of my coat, retrieving my revolver and leveling it at his abdomen. His eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear, but before he could react, I decisively pulled the trigger. He crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain, hands instinctively clutching the inflicted wound.

Kneeling beside him, I uttered, "Trust me, this pains me much more than it does you." A momentary pause hung in the air before I aimed between his eyes and pulled the trigger once more. Proceeding further inside, I closed the door behind me, allowing the recently claimed life to cool in solitude. Ascending the creaking stairs, my firearm poised and ready, I approached the door that I assumed led to the girl's room, bracing myself for what lay beyond.

As the teenager entered my field of view, I meticulously aimed the gun, the echoing shot punctuating the decisive act. A nuanced mixture of emotions unfolded within me—somewhere between a subtle disappointment and a peculiar void in the pit of my stomach.

With a deliberate and respectful demeanor, I gently removed my wide-brimmed hat, ensuring it was leveled with my chest. This symbolic gesture was intended as a mark of acknowledgment and reverence for the unsung hero of this universe.

The girl lay there, the permanent expression of fright etched onto her face.

Life was a truly fleeting thing.

After that I left.

Descending the porch steps, I found refuge from the intensifying rain within the confines of a nondescript black car, awaiting my return. Opening the back door, I climbed inside, meeting John's gaze through the rearview mirror. A shallow nod served as our silent communication before he turned the keys, the engine humming to life.

The return journey to headquarters unfolded, each raindrop on the window seemingly carrying the weight of the events that had transpired. The rhythmic patter of rain accompanied our path through the city, creating a somber ambiance as we ventured back to the heart of our operations.

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Topic: New gang in town

In: Boards Places America Brockton Bay Discussion

Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Posted On Mar 8th 2011:

Listen one and all because BB has done it again, it has spawned another villainous gang.

Yesterday a group of heavily armed men attacked a merchant drughouse lead by an individual in a plague doctor's mask. As it later came to light, similar raids had happened all across Skidmark's territory, men in the same tactical gear leading the charge.

Now we get to the important bit. They took the cash as one might expect but the curious thing is that in every instance, the drugs had been dragged to the center of the building and burned to a crisp.

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Now I don't know about you, but this doesn't look like any run of the mill gang to me.

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Aloha

Replied On Mar 8th 2011:

Am I delusional or are we seeing the first vigilante gang rise up for the first time ever in BB's history?

Gotta say, if they manage to actually replace the merchants the quality of life in the city will be greatly improved.

Thatdude

Replied On Mar 8th 2011:

Don't be too optimistic, remember Marquis? Yeah, everyone called him a vigilante back then and now he is in the birdcage.

The Doctor (Verified Cape) (The Cure)

Replied On Mar 8th 2011:

I extend my sincere apologies for the delayed commencement of my presence within the city. My initial intention was to expeditiously return and disseminate the cure, but, as is often the case, life has presented unforeseen obstacles along the way.

I am The Doctor, at the helm of the faction known as the Cure. We are accountable for the events that transpired yesterday. Our overarching objective is to purge Brockton Bay of its afflictions, fortifying the resilience of the city.

FlippinMad

Replied On Mar 8th 2011:

Wut!?

Nondeceptive

Replied On Mar 8th 2011:

That's new.

Cya

Replied On Mar 8th 2011:

Huh?

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John

John, along with a bunch of the boss's top guys were suited up in regular outfits. Keeping watch by the window, he waited while the crew quietly went over to the crib, making sure to handle the baby with care.

To be honest, this certainly wasn't something he thought he would be doing as a henchman of a supervillain. Eh, it sure beat begging on the streets, especially in merchant turf.

He placed the letter addressed to Purity on the table next to the now empty crib and making sure all he had been ordered to do was done, he and the crew beat a hasty retreat before the nazi queen bitch returned.