It was a sad sight. It was hard for him to hold back tears. His glasses kept catching tears and he had to keep wiping it off. Maybe he should take them off. He probably should. But he wouldn't. It would make his vision blurry, and this was a sight he needed to see.

Manual's dead body, all dressed up appropriately. Face still, and lifeless. Slightly discolored. Gray. All his fault. Guilt washed over him so quickly seeing the body and hearing his family cry. They would never see him smile, move, or save anyone ever again. His ears rung loud, blocking out the voice of the paster that spoke for all to hear.

An open casket funeral. He was lucky enough to get one. Most didn't because of the fires. Others had bodies that could not be put back together. Manual was lucky and he supposed it felt a little better that his family would at least get to see him one last time.

But this should've been him. It was a dangerous thought for anyone to have, he knew, and yet he couldn't shake it away. He would've died ten times over without his friends coming to his aid. He knew that he had to be better. Because this feeling was the worst. It hurt. It absolutely hurt.

A hand squeezes his shoulder. Todoroki's. He squeezes his eyes shut to keep the majority of tears back. It's so sad. Everything's so sad. He's glad Todoroki doesn't try and cheer him up. He doesn't want encouragement. He needs to mourn to move on and learn.

He couldn't hear anything. Even though so many were around, crying and whispering prayers, he couldn't hear a thing. It was like the world around him had collapsed, leaving only him and Manual's corpse. Alone.

Todoroki kept glancing to the side to look at Iida. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. He was worried. He didn't know if Iida could take seeing this even though outwardly he seemed to be doing well. He had constantly blamed himself for those deaths, and telling him that it wasn't his fault would only do so much in helping. He had to find that out for himself. Todoroki knew that. Midoriya's lesson to him taught him as much.

XxX

Katsuki rolls his shoulder around in a quick stretch, walking away from the grounds where the funeral had been held. Most would think that he'd been disrespectful, running his mouth or the like. He'd gotten strange looks from both Kirishima and Mina so he knew what they were thinking.

He wasn't that awful.

He knew when to be respectful and a funeral was something to respect. In silence. Still, while he knew the tradition he'd never actually attended a funeral before in his life. Something he was glad for in all honesty. He felt tired despite not shedding a single tear. The atmosphere in of itself was exhausting. Part of him wished he stayed home.

"Well, that was depressing." Ashido says, pointing out what was o so obvious. Stretching, she says, "Well, that's the main thing taken care of. What's left?"

Kirishima pulls out the small foldable booklet that we're passed out upon their entry. He might've lost his somewhere, he didn't keep up with it well.

"There's not much for anything that's required." He says after a bit of reading. "We can stop by some of the stands to grab a bite. There's time before the big celebration."

The big celebration was an event that all would attend after the big ceremonial funeral. He supposed the government didn't want people to go home with a sour taste in their mouth and low spirits. This was their way to remedy that. Of course he thought it was stupid. What was the point of having a celebration after a funeral other than to look good? They came here to mourn those who'd lost their lives in Hosu. Not party and pop fireworks.

"We should!" Mina claps excitedly. "I haven't had the chance to eat all day!"

"Then it's settled." He tucks the booklet back into his pocket after quickly folding it up but his smile drops as he notices Bakugo's strange body language. He also hadn't said anything in quite sometime.

"Hey, Bakugo. Are you ok?"

The blonde raises a brow. "Huh?

Scratching his head, "Well, you've been quiet for a while."

"I didn't know I was required to talk. It's been a long day and I'm tired." His eyes narrow beneath the small shadow his hair cast over his face. "Plus, that dirtbag is still out there. And I'm thinking on how I'm going to catch him."

They turn around when Mina notices they are going in the wrong direction.

"How do we know he's even here?"

"He's here." Bakugo knows it. He's thought of this throughly in his long moments of silence. "If he wasn't, it would be all over the internet, but I haven't seen a thing. Even Hatake's hate sites don't have this video. But if we have it here than that means that whoever sent it came here to disrupt the funeral."

"I never thought of it like that." Mina blinks, a little stunned at how smart Bakugo is despite his outwardly appearance.

"Do you think it's the League?" Kirishima whispers, not wanting to be loud in case someone would hear him. That name held weight and would gain attention. If nothing, Class 1-A needed no more attention.

"It could be. But I don't see the point in them taking their sweet ass time. If they are here to send a message, running Hatake's name through the dirt isn't something they'd do. That does nothing for them."

"Then you think they would've attacked by now? With this many people around?"

"Yes." Bakugo believed that. They'd shown the extent of their power twice. One in creating something that could stand up to All Might. The second was having someone on their side that killed so many and damaged so much. If most of their members were like that or similar, it was a matter of time before their next attack. He didn't think whoever was around would matter. They'd already gotten the public to doubt heroes. Any further attacks, failed or not would only make that trend continue. They were on the losing end.

Bakugo blinks before black fills his vision and he feels himself fall to the ground. He rubs his pained forehead and opens an eye to see a very suspiciously dressed man on the ground in front of him, rubbing his chest.

"Ah, we're sorry, sir." Mina apologizes and bows her head.

"Yea, man, you ok?" Kirishima asks, holding out his hand for the man which he takes.

"I'm fine. Thank for your help, wonderful children." Wait. "I must be off." Something wasn't right with this man. He was acting weird.

Ignoring what other thoughts his brain was coming up with, Bakugo steps to the man before he can walk.

"Hey, Bakugo, you're being rude!" Mina whisper-yells, glaring.

"Hey, what's your problem? You're acting funny." He scrutinizes the man. Something isn't right. He knows it. Something feels off.

"W-what are you talking about?" He was beginning to sweat, and now a stutter. "I-It's jus-"

"It's just what? Show some spine and talk straight."

The atmosphere suddenly changes. The man looks like she's standing straight up, no longer leaned over in a response to nervousness. His eyes stare straight into his own, this time serious. But only for a moment.

"Sorry, child. But I must be going. I have places to be, Katsuki Bakugo."

He feels his eyes widen and his face scrunch in confusion. "You know me?"

"Who doesn't? Everyone knows who Class 1-A is. Nationally." His gaze turns to the others. "Ashido, and Kirishima, correct?"

They don't say anything either. The silent remains, and he feels ready to fight for some reason. The man tips his hat with a short nod.

"Well, it's time for me to get along. I don't mean to disturb you guys, I'll make a gentle exit."

He walks away but his footsteps are loud. It's like he's walking toward him. Bakugo knows something is definitely up with that man. Was he part of the League? Was he trying to ruin the funeral? Could he even prove it?

"A gentle exit? What's up with that?" Kirishima mutters, confused.

"Yea, he's a weirdo." Mina shivers. "Well, come on. Let's try to forget about that with the most delicious food our money can buy!"

"Bakugo?" Kirishima sees the look on his face.

"Say that again."

"Huh?"

"Say what you just said again, hard head."

"Um, a gentle exit?"

Even though it is uncertain that he is with the League, Bakugo is sure this man is the one who spreader that video around. He had no doubt.

"Hey, man. What's up with you? You alright?"

Small pops of his quirk go off inside his clenched hand as a crazed grin stretched across his face. "Our search is done. We've got our man."

XxX

"This is unprecedented, Minato."

He agreed.

He'd come that whole forest for hours and hours, again and again, only to come to the same conclusion. Rin, Gai, and Kakashi were no where to be found. This was no Fuinjutsu. Of that, he was sure. This was something else. Something unknown. It was teleporting them to another location, like a space-time Ninjutsu or something. But he couldn't get to activate with him around. For some reason, he could make no contact.

"Truly one of your worst hiccups, Minato." That hadn't been the Hokage that time.

Blue eyes dug into the floor. 'Danzo...'

"Not now, Danzo."

"Then when?" The man questions, snark laced like poison in his voice. "When will we hold our Shinobi accountable for losing our tools? We both know how useless a blunt kunai is, Hokage-sama." Minato could feel his gaze. "He's beginning to dull."

The room went silent and Minato didn't know what to think. He knows Danzo wasn't there when it happened. He knows Danzo also never liked him, but blatantly calling him a useless tool in front of the Hokage was something he'd never done.

'But maybe he's right. Maybe, maybe I'm losing it.'

"While I agree that it is a mess up, calling him blunted is an insult to his achievements, Danzo." Hamura says uncharacteristically. Usually, he agreed with Danzo. "Saying that, your report was vague, Minato. I hope you are not hiding something nefarious."

Something in Minato snapped there. The entire room froze. All could feel the killing intent leaking out of his body. Minato had never realized he could be scary, but Shikaku had told him that his game face could make a Kage shit their pants.

He felt his heart attack his chest and he held in heaves, calming himself as much as he could. These Elders. He hopes to god they weren't implying that he'd been helping the enemies by giving away his team, or even worse...

Killing them.

"Minato." The words boom in his brain. Like a switch, he snaps out of his stupor and raises his head quickly to see more bodies in the room. No, the same amount. The Anbu he spotted just as he first entered. But they weren't stiff and proper. Their bodies were hunched over, slightly shaking and nervous. Off balance. Easy to kill.

"Minato, release your intent this instant!" An order giving by one voice and instantly, he comes back to his senses. The world around him isn't so numb anymore. Shaky breaths come from every mouth in the room except for the Hokage's. Everyone is on edge but fear is coming from Danzo himself. Minato could almost taste it.

He bows his head once more. "I apologize, Hokage-sama. It was not my intent. But," he can't keep from raising his head to stare at Homura and Danzo. "I won't allow anyone to think I'd betray Konoha or my team. I'd never. I killed so many for this nation, and I'd do it again."

He wishes that he'd let it out more firm, but his emotions were all over the place that he found he could barely control himself.

"Minato is right." Hiruzen announces. "Questioning his loyalty is out of the question. By himself, he's single-handedly changed the tides of war into our favor. Soon, we will be able to force Iwa into submission by starvation."

The Kannabi Bridge made that possible. Obito and Kakashi's sacrifices made that possible.

"Will such an idea truly work?" His heart felt like it froze mid best in his chest. Danzo throws a sharpened gaze at Hiruzen. "Starvation is quite a worthless tactic. Those fiends won't get discouraged because of lack of food. That has never drove any village worth anything to give up war. We need to use this opportunity to drive them back as far as possible in the Land of Earth and wait for them to weaken enough to attack. Leaving them to their own devices will only invite them to find a way to find food. We must strike until that option is no longer available."

"We've been over this, Danzo." Hiruzen sighs. "Our forces are stretched thin keeping up the front in the Land of Water and Lightning. We do not have the luxury to just attack one. Think about what he other villages will do upon hearing this news."

"We keep it confidential." He says quickly, looking hard to keep his face straightened. "They've done it before when attacking the Uzumaki Clan back in the Second Shinobi War. Surely with all these advancements we've had we can keep something from spilling out into this room."

That wouldn't work. Every village had spies. Every ninja could be a spy. Even now, in this very room. The Transformation Jutsu was the very cause of most spies and their success rate.

"That's only wishful thinking, Danzo. Now please, no more of that talk. The matter is settled." Hiruzen's decision was final, whether Danzo liked it or not. And he definitely didn't like it as he looked away, eyes no longer in the room. He always did it when something didn't go like he wanted it to. It was likely that it would be his last time speaking.

Thank Kami.

"I don't deem Minato a traitor to the Leaf. But I'd like you to look into this matter on your own time. When I call for you, I'd like you to be ready. Understood?"

Robotically, he answers, "Yes, Hokage-sama."

"Good. Meeting adjourned."

X

Leaving one to themselves after losing Squad members wasn't uncommon in the Hidden Leaf. Most were left alone, to their own devices. Only when it affected their performance on missions did the government step in. Minato saw this as a huge problem. A problem he would fix when he became the Hokage.

But how could he become the Hokage if he couldn't protect three children. To be so fast and never on time for when his students needed him most weighed on his heart. He hadn't been able to show his face to Kushina, fearing an even worse reaction now that she'd not only lost her favorite and Kakashi, but Rin and Gai as well. He felt sick.

Obito was dead and Rin and Kakashi were god knows where. He hadn't come up with a single clue as to why or how it was happening. He even went back, disregarding the orders of Hiruzen to stay within borders just to see if he could get it to work. It didn't. No matter what he did.

He let out a chilling sigh, feeling tired. When he came to, he found himself staring at Kakashi's gates that stood high before his house. How had he gotten here? He took a quick peek around him, finding nothing but trees and civilians walking about. He turns back to the house and leaps over the gate, not having the keys to open it and not bothering to go and get them from his house.

His gaze meets the empty courtyard, still filled with Shuriken and some Kunai stuck to several targets. A result of his training. While proud of his skill, he hated that Kakashi never acted like a kid. Always training as if that was all he knew how.

He opens the sliding door from the court that lead into the living room. Kakashi always left it open. It wasn't like he'd get robbed. Even when his father died, he made quite his own reputation. Plus, no one would want to mess with Hatake's kid, might fail a mission. Or at least that was what the masses thought, still thought. Accomplished, but unliked by the people as a whole. Not that it mattered in the Shinobi business.

He wished it did. He never wanted Kakashi to be a Jonin so early. Before then, he already witnessed the unspeakable. His father's death. Something no child should see. A suicide at that. Minato had been good friends with Sakumo, and since Kakashi wasn't worth wasting resources on like psychiatrist with someone who wasn't apart of their army he'd taken it upon himself to care for the boy. Saving his life, as Kakashi would've killed himself had he not done so.

But it felt like he failed him regardless. And it hurt. He watched the boy grow up, but not as a boy. But as a Shinobi.

"Figured I'd find you here. You've got some nerve avoiding me." Oh, he recognized that voice. He was wincing before he even was struck.

He yelps and falls to the ground, holding his head tightly as it throbs in pain. "Ouuuuuch!"

"And there's more where that came from, Dattebane!" She declares, fist held up with her fast twisted in a glare.

"Kushina-"

He was forced to stop as her slender arms wrangles his neck. "Don't Kushina me! How could you not tell me? I don't want hear news like this from someone else!"

Minato struggled to breathe. "W-who told you..."

Her grip tightened and now he could barely get air in. "Is that what you're worried about?" She demands.

"K-Kushina! W-wait!" He yells, voice not sounding like his own because of how constricted his throat was.

Her grip only tightens. "How long should I wait, then, o' mighty flash?"

At this point, his vision was starting to dance with dark spots. He was fading out and even then her grip didn't loosen. "I-I'm sorry..." he forces out and quickly exhales air as she lets him go.

She gets up and begins dusting herself off while he's on the ground, coughing and trying to let air get into him as fast as possible.

"Good, next time you better say it faster." She says, glare piercing him and holding out a hand for him to take. Slowly, he does and she pulls him up to his feet in no time. God, she had such strength. He didn't know if it were because she was a Shinobi, an Uzumaki, or a Jinchuriki but it never ceased to amaze him.

"Ow," he mutters rubbing his shoulder.

She smirks, but it soon falters. "So, first Obito, then Kakashi, and now Rin, huh?"

"Yea," he nods slightly frowning with furrowed brows. "But it could be worse. Obito might be gone, but maybe Kakashi and Rin are just... somewhere else."

"Are you sure there wasn't some type of, I don't know, seal? There had to be something to indicate their teleportation, right?"

"Yes," he nods again, recounting the memories of the event. "There's some type of light that comes from nowhere, then a force had began to pull on Rin and Gai, forcing them toward it, while pushing me back at the same time. It was unnatural, even a rasengan did nothing to it."

Kushina looked even more confused after the whole explanation. "Now I'm even more confused." She sighs. "But it's better than nothing at all. If it's an unnatural force than we can assume it was made from chakra. Did you feel any specific chakra from it? Maybe Kakashi's?"

Memories flood him, as well as the way he felt back then. He remembers. He felt it. "I-I did! It was Kakashi's chakra that pulled him in!" He answers with a ton of energy, theory's flooding into his head like water bursting from a dam. "How could I have forgotten that feeling? That would mean Kakashi is alive, and his chakra was the key as to why that phenomenon happened in the first place! Finally I've got a lead!"

A smack on the head brings him back to earth. "You mean we've got a lead. Don't try to leave me high and dry, Dattebane." She says, crossing her arms.

"Ah, you're right. My bad." She doesn't nudge in the slightest. "Wait, you're really mad?"

She shoots him a glare that could kill. "Of course I'm mad! You keep leaving me out of things! I've been left out of the war effort for the most part and I don't want you doing that too!"

"I-I'm sorry."

"That sorry was the most unsure thing I've heard in years!" She says dragging him by the ear as she turns and begins to walk out the door. "And we're leaving! We can't just break into someone's house like this! Sorry, Sakumo-Sensei for disturbing you!"

"Ow! Kushina, wait! We have to close the side door!"

XxX

'What a rocky start.' Gentle thinks, turning to face what was in front of him for the seventh time since running into those Class 1-A kids. He didn't need children to interrupt his plan, after all. While they were nothing but children they've got achievements not even some pro heroes can claim.

'Not only are they here but Endeavor and a couple other top 10. Good for a show but bad if it doesn't turn out right. Now, let's see where I'll have my show.'

Even though everyone was at the memorial area for the dead, he wouldn't do it there. After all, he was Gentle Criminal, not some fiend. He knew where to have respect, but he didn't mind stealing a bit of their fame.

He stops in the middle of a field, right in the heart of the entire ceremony. 'Yes, this is the place.' Suddenly, the ground around him became elastic. Screams of panic and confusion erupted as people became aware of what the ground now was. Multiple food carts were bouncing up and down off the ground, with more and more food dropping down to the ground.

With enthusiasm, he bellows for all to here, cutting through the madness. Throwing his hands up dramatically as if displaying something, his trench coat flew off, revealing himself to the world.

"Settle down, people! Now's not the time to rave! That time shall come soon, as will my show!"

"W-What's going on?"

"I keep bouncing up and down!"

"This is so fun, Mama!"

The cries of the many still rung aloud. His announcement silenced none.

"It's ok! Everything is under control!" He turns behind to see a whale dressed in a suit, helping another stable themselves as they were bouncing uncontrollably.

'Number 10 hero, Gang Orca. I'd never thought I'd get the pleasure.' With a smile, he bows, catching the hero's attention. "Truly a sight to behold, Hero; Gang Orca. I had no idea you'd be the first of the Top 10 to be in my show."

While a whale, the pro hero was quite easy to read. His shadow grew, as if controlled by his emotion and his face scrunched up together. He was angry.

"Are you saying this is your doing? Aren't you a hero?"

"A hero? Me? Oh, I wouldn't dare. You have a bad reputation these days."

His eyes narrow into slits. "So, the League?"

"Oh, heavens no." He laughs. "I could never join such brutes. I have no desire to kill children you see. It's not my MO. But you know what is..." he held up a finger, his smirk nearly hidden by his mustache. "Fame."

A growl escapes his wide mouth. The hero doesn't want to think that someone else besides the League would attack a place like this. As he looks around, he notices that he hasn't killed anyone yet and no other heroes have shown yet. They shouldn't be this spread out. Where they hiding?

No. He shouldn't think like that. Heroes were already dealing with enough. They didn't need to turn on each other.

"What other way to get attention than to have an audience? An audience big enough to let the whole world know!"

"What are you planning? If you think about hurting even one person, I'll-"

A laugh breaks him off. Gang Orca seethes. This man found this whole thing humorous.

"Didn't you here me?" He asks after his laughter dies. "I said I wanted to fame and reputation, not infamy."

"And you think disrupting a time for grieving will bring you fame? Are you the one listening to your self?"

"It is you who's failed to see the reason I've appeared. I plan to gain fame, by speaking the truth." His words were like a switch. Every device powered electronically changed into a video everyone was familiar with. As his head swiveled around, Orca only saw the video from the fight that happened in Hosu. Only different. Worse than he remembered.

His next announcement was to the people at large. "Here me, dear listeners and listen well!"

He couldn't hear the first parts of the speech as static rung in his ear. "Gang Orca, come in. Gang Orca."

"I'm here." He says, pressing onto the device into his ear. "I need support in the center of the celebration." His face changes when he no longer receives any words. "Hey! Hello? Come in! Can you hear me?"

"Not a moment too soon." Rather dramatically, he spreads his arms wide with a grin. "For all those that witness, I am Gentle Criminal!"

Hiding behind thick bushes, La Brava giggles, holding a camera to record. "He's so cool!"

"What do you think, number 10? How's my intro?"

"It sucks." His foot hits the ground, trying to start a run only for the ground to give beneath his weight. The ground straightens like a trampoline, sending the hero flying meters high into the air.

Gentle laughs, watching the pro hero go higher and higher. At this point he could barely see him. "Well, there's your example." His arms drop back to his sides. "You move and you'll go flying. You all are going to listen to me. The truth needs to be revealed."

X

"That bastard!"

Todoroki is struggling to hold back Iida while still watching how the man fought. He needs to come up with a plan to defeat this man without it directly involving them. This place had too many cameras and both UA and Class 1-A were on thin ice. Especially with fighting criminals. They couldn't afford anymore breaking the law. Kakashi f tended that before it could even get out of hand.

His grip tightens on Tenya's larger wrist. "Use your brain, Tenya!" He was losing ground. Was he getting weaker or was Tenya getting stronger. "If we do this again, our careers as heroes are finished before they even can begin! Don't do that to your family!"

"B-but..."

Todoroki barely sees the capture tape that wraps itself around Iida in an instant and holds him in place with ease.

'Sensei.' Todoroki realizes and follows the direction of the tap with his eyes, landing in a blackened figure amongst the shadows. A second later, his teacher walks out into the light with a bored expression.

"Learn how to stick to the shadows. Todoroki is right. There will be no fighting for any of you." His hair raises off his shoulder and his eyes blaze red ominously. "Sit tight, the both of you. I'll handle this."

X

Many on the internet take him as a joke. He's never actually shown a serious side to him at all, but most of the stunts he's pulled are done with all seriousness. It isn't some type of set where paid actors help him with his videos. Its with real heroes and him pulling off clean getaways with startling finesse. Even though outnumbered, he always remained confident and calm. Full of his usual charm.

Even now.

The surroundings were his. Everywhere he touched, he bounced off it like a pinball, quickly alleviating the fodder in his way. They had no control on ground like this, his training was well worth it. He never doubted himself. His task was easy.

Until Gang Orca stepped back into the picture.

A bellowing scream overtakes his senses, forcing his bones to seize and quake underneath the pressure. He can only force his eyes up, allowing him to dodge the moment he released his sonic wave right before he hits the ground himself. He would've destroyed it had Gentle's quirk not been activated.

Elasticity. He could make anything elastic from just a single touch, but he couldn't get rid of his quirk and since he's never heard of reports like these, which would be a big deal, he's more sure to guess that the effects went away on their own.

He's able to get his body in control even in midair now. It's like swimming without water, and enables him to control his height. With the ground beneath him either being soft or hard, he can't be too high or he'll risk killing himself.

Thankfully, the next time he lands, the ground is normal. He's a bit further away from the plaza now, but he's got more leverage.

"So you've adapted to the air, have you? Truly magnificent. Very worthy of your title as number 10. And just as worthy to use on my show."

"This ain't a game!" He wants no part in this. "You want to have a show, take it somewhere else! This ground is now sacred! The likes of you have no right!"

Something inside Gentle snaps, the words repeating in his head over and over. "No right?" His words were slow, as if he didn't understand them. "What right do you heroes have that the rest of us don't? You go around pretending that things are the same as they've always been. It's not. Things have changed. But you won't let the public know that. What right do you have to withhold the truth?"

Gang Orca could say nothing. The right went to no one. Everyone deserved to know what the truth was. The fact of the matter was that not even he had the choice in that. The Commission informed the Top 10 of what exactly was going on around the world as well as Japan itself. Crime statistics skyrocketed, reaching an all time high that could nearly compare to the period where powers first began to run rampant. More and more under equipped heroes began to get killed as more and more villains began to stick in groups and ambush heroes. Villains were becoming confident and smart, using strategies that could easily surprise heroes who's powers were well documented because of the media.

Times were changing, and soon, if nothing stopped them, villains would be everywhere.

Not only did Gentle notice his silence, but the crowd near the battle did as well.

"Truth?" One man spoke up. "What is he talking about?"

"Yea, what truth?"

"What's really going on?"

The crowd became louder and louder that it attracted more and more people. And that meant backup.

"News Channel 3, reporting live from what appears to be a battle happening in the midst of the celebration." Gang Orca hopes his ears deceive him, but when he turns around he sees a woman speaking before a large camera, her back to him.

The news were here. How could he forget, they were reporting on the funeral. He should've known.

He looks back at Gentle Criminal when the man chuckles. Gentle holds out his arms dramatically, an aura of grandiose around him.

'Is this what he was hoping for?' Gang Orca thought so desperately on what he needed to do. If he makes his waves even a little stronger it could kill the villain, but could he let the truth come out?

"The man that renowned hero Gang Orca is fighting has a quirk never before seen. Is he apart of the villainist organization, the League Of Villains?"

"Cut that camera off!" He demands, silencing the packed crowd.

"No, no, that isn't your right. After all, this is a public place." His knuckles shake and he's holding back a curse. Where's his backup? "My name is Gentle Criminal." He says directing his attention to the camera. "And I have a story to tell. The truth."

To be Continued