[ As all good gang members know, the night is the most opportune time to get to work. All of the evil businessmen and politicians are all asleep in their ritzy Manhattan brownstones, most security guards are either dozing off or paying more attention to some video on Youtube than their CCTV feeds, and most importantly, there's the cover of darkness. Pitch black alleyways that most anyone out on the street pointedly avoids and shuffles past quickly, looming shadows that someone as small as Blue can easily hide in.

And who needs Chitauri tech when you've got enhanced abilities and a trusty metal pipe? (Probably Blue Sargent, but she puts a lot of faith into that pipe.)

Tonight's target is a high rise building said to house the offices of some "highly influential players" in the anti-Enhanced movement -- those same guys funding the bigwigs who've been passing all these registration acts and stupid laws -- and what better thing is there to do than break inside and smash up the place?

Blow it up, maybe, but Blue needs to let out a little pent up aggression. ]

Okay, you take care of the locks. [ She points to a girl on her left with the ability to manipulate things with her mind. ] You knock out the alarms. [ Said to another girl with electricity crackling from her fingertips. ] Then the fun begins, got it? [ The rest of her small demolition crew nods before scurrying off in all directions.

And that's when she hears it. The soft swish of fabric moving through the air, followed by the distinct crunch of asphalt underneath heavy shoes. And as she turns her head in the direction of the sound, she gets a glimpse the masked and caped crusader, her head tilting to the side and one of her eyebrows lifting high enough that it disappears into her bangs. ]

What are you supposed to be?

[ Then again, it also kind of looks like someone celebrating Halloween early. ]