Mason was relieved his job today wasn't to kill anyone. All he had to do was sit on a bench near the police station and snap a picture with his phone of every non policemen that went in there. They were all potential targets because it meant these people could be signing up for the now legal hero and vigilante program, or there was word on the street now that the cops may have deals for criminals. If he saw a criminal walk in, he was definitely supposed to report that because that would confirm the criminal project was true and that whoever walk in willingly like that were no longer on their side and would become potential targets from the underground.

Mason hadn't seen any criminal he could identify, just a bunch of citizens so far. But he still took pictures just incase these citizens were signing the contract to become a hero. He wondered what he'd do if he did see a criminal enter the police station willingly. Part of him felt bad for doing this, considering he was placing a giant target sign on each and everyone of these people's heads. These people could be doing something as simple as reporting a purse theft or something, but to the criminal underground, they didn't care. They were all potential targets.

Mason pretended to find a service when another person headed towards the police doors. He snapped a picture and saved it before returning back to placing a game on his phone. He was playing geometry dash. He didn't have the volume turned up, but he still found the game relaxing. He was tense. He kept thinking at any moment someone would link him to the random deaths around the city done by his bow and arrow. Or he thought, a policeman was going to get suspicious of him sitting out here for too long and come interrogate him on what he was doing.

Mason had a bad panic disorder. Often times small confrontations could scare him into a panic attack. It was probably his most undesirable trait, considering each time he killed someone he had a panic attack from it. He was trying to find something to help these, but so far, Mason could only get them to stop by meditating a short time after it. He was grateful that he used a bow an arrow and often did his kills from the roof top so it was easier to hide once the arrow was shot off. He used gloves in case he couldn't retrieve the arrows and made sure to thoroughly clean each arrow before putting them into his holder so that no dna or fingerprints would be on it. Most times though, he retrieved his arrow after the kill to prevent the cops from having anything to base their lead off of.

The panic attacks were annoying, but he couldn't leave his job now that he'd done it so many times. Anyone of the people in his team could go and drop an anonymous hint to the police about him if he decided he wanted to leave. He'd seen it done before to someone else. But his life wasn't bad. He had a place to stay, food to eat, people to talk to, just as long he followed orders from the leader.

"Er, Vicky?" Sinclair spoke up as they approached the police station, "Are you sure we're supposed to just walk into it? No phone call or anything?"

Victor came to attention as Sinclair spoke, listening to her and nodded to acknowledge her question, "I thought it'd be fair to come in person. I called ahead of time to let them know we would be attending the service, but I don't think that the secretary actually scheduled us, he simply kept agreeing with whatever I said. He even said he was a big purple pig when I asked."

Sinclair chuckled slightly, "Did he now?"

"Sure, sure!" Victor spoke, obviously joking. They carried their suitcases with them, their so called 'power'. He kept his on the side opposite of Sinclair, while she carried hers on the opposite side of him. They appeared to be a simple businessman and businesswoman, heading to work with some rather extravagant cologne and perfume applied along with some rather flashy jewelry upon Sinclair. They weren't over the top and obviously expensive however, they weren't here to attract attention. Not yet at least.

The two were here to apply for the Hero program, they had inherited their parent's businesses long ago, and now they found themselves with a self-managing money-making company that was rather overly successful. They were overjoyed at first, but they soon found that things were getting awfully boring around the manor. Their hideously large expendable cash never seemed to run out, and now nothing seemed to satisfy their boredom. Hang gliding? Check. Parachuting? Check. Diving? Check. Create advanced 3D printing technology? Check...almost, it was still in quite the development. The suitcases they carried were always undergoing changes and tests, trying to improve upon them.

However this deal that was offered soon appeared before them, to their surprise it was free. The two had drawn interest towards it, taken quite a bit of classes for combat and decided to have a bit of fun with the thrills. Was it dangerous? Yes. Then again so was that trek through African plains filled with lions and all sorts of diseases he took when they were younger with their parents. The two were married, not siblings. Their marriage had been decided at birth in a rather old fashion style to combine riches. Despite their kinks and disliking for the lack of choice, the two eventually learned to deal with it and ended up staying with each other even after their parent's passing.

The two were drawing closer to the police stations, before Sinclair spotted a man snap a picture of someone walking into the station. What was he doing? Some kind of research?

"Vicky," Sinclair spoke up once more as he captured her interest as she pointed, "How about we ask him?"

"Hm?" Victor spoke, looking to where she had pointed. A man? Well he seemed to be comfortable around there, "Why not?" he shrugged.

The two approached the man, however they were behind the bench he sat upon, not bothering to walk around and instead spoke up, "Excuse us," the spoke in a rather eerie unison.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions," Sinclair started.

"Would you please cooperate?" Victor finished the sentence.

Mason nearly jumped three feet into the air when he heard someone behind him. He looked down as the screen on his phone flashed that he'd died on geometry dash. He clicked out of the game and looked at the couple behind him. What could they want? They looked rather rich in his opinion which made him raise his eyebrow at them. They didn't want to be flashing around their riches here. This was a place where anyone would be willing to beat the snot out of them to get ahold of the money. Mason was half tempted to call up someone on his phone when they left him and tell them where the couple was heading so they could rob them. He might still do it, but he supposed he'd wait to see what they wanted first.

"What kind of questions?" He asked looking between the two. The way they had phrased the question made Mason suspicious. Where they cops in disguise? Should he start running? No, he hadn't technically done anything wrong. He had to remember that. No one could prove he was connected to a gang.

Mason relaxed slightly, but his heart was still beating rather fast with anxiety. He kept thinking maybe these people had connected him to the murders. Maybe they'd seen his face by some off chance and they were about to blackmail him. How would he even get out of that kind of situation. He remembered the last time he'd been blackmailed to go after Striker, one of Reighs city's best criminal, he'd barely made it out of that one. Striker and Sable had saved him. It was funny to think the person who he'd been sent to capture actually aided in his escape, but it just came to show that not everyone were who they seemed.

"Kind of Questions?" Victor responded, slightly confused as to what he had meant by 'what kind of questions. Did he mean rhetoric or literal questioning? Should it not be obvious? He still kept a delightful smile upon his face despite his obvious confusion.

"Vicky, he means the topic" Sinclair explained to her husband quickly.

"Oh, yes!" Victor nodded, a bit embarrassed that he had not understood that in the first place. He looked back to the man, "Er, we just wanted to know what you know about this 'Hero' program the city has been setting up. We're haven't exactly been informed very well of the process and would like to know if you have any information that might assist us."

Sinclair remained silent as her husband did the talking, holding the briefcase in front of her with both hands on the handle out of boredom. The briefcase was pretty heavy, she could probably even use it as a blunt weapon if needed, but she would prefer not to damage the device. She was relatively calm and upbeat, they both were in fact. They did not consider the fact that this man might be a criminal himself, Sinclair just thought that he must have been a rather interesting man if he was sitting out in the open snapping photos of random people. Perhaps he had a hobby of People-Watching? In the field of Sociology perhaps?

So they were there for the hero program? Great, Mason didn't know shit about it. But he did feel a little bad about knowing if they entered that police station, he'd have to snap a photo of this couple and send it off marked as a definite potential threat. They seemed rather naïve and cheerful to have a whole mob of criminals come down on them.

"From my understanding, you just walk in and tell the cops you want to join the hero program and they'll sit you down, fill out a contract and explain everything to you." Mason shrugged. He tried to seem more interested in his game on his phone but then he paused and looked up at the couple with a mild sympathetic look.

"You know... I understand you want to help people and all, but this city can't be saved. You might want to take it elsewhere. It's only going to get you two hurt and you guys seem nice. You must not be from around here, or you'd understand." Mason gave a half hearted smile. "I'd like to say this program would be a good idea, but honestly, I think it's going to produce a lot of undertrained, underskilled people to take on a lot of dangerous, and quite frankly disturbed criminals. You'd be better off fleeing this town than trying to make a home, especially if you're going to sign up to be a hero. Just trust me on this and don't do it."

Mason then turned back to his phone game hoping they would turn around and leave. If they didn't though, he'd have to snap a picture of them. Mason felt slight anxiety of having someone talking to him while on a mission, but wasn't panicked. They didn't know anything, nor did they really appear as if they were even from Reighs City to begin with. Reighs City had been through hell and it was a miracle so many people had survived. Mason had been trying to question what exactly had happened. Supposedly, some masked vigilante by the name of Silver Shadow, who'd been making a steady appearance around the city in the pervious months, worked with some other heroes and made a cure that was spread by them throwing gas bombs around the city. So many criminals were interested in Silver Shadow now but most were leaving him alone considering he had basically saved the city from Death Master, who even the higher criminals of this city had a grudge against. Still, no one had really heard or seen Silver Shadow since. And where had these other heroes came from who'd been working with him?

There were lots of unanswered questions. Mason didn't bother himself with them. He rarely kept many tabs on anything unless it was affecting his gang he was in. He'd heard someone in his gang talking about Strike Out the other day. Some had rumored that despite getting the mind control to Ian somehow without getting killed by the huge dragon, he'd died in some other way. Mason wondered if Striker had died, what would happen with the Strike Out team. Of course, these were just rumors and had mainly been rumored because no one from the Strike Out team had made contact or came out from wherever they were hiding recently. Still, Mason didn't really think much of it. If he'd died, that was a shame he supposed, but there were many people who could take his place.

Was this man trying to ward them off? Sinclair smiled, amused by this man's concern for them.

""Oh you have such a negative outlook on life don't you?"[/color] she mused.

Victor wondered what made this man think the city could not be saved, either this man had some small string of hope or he was one of the villains that roamed the streets, looking for a target to squash? Victor spoke up, ""If you really thought that way, then why are you still here?" [/color]

"Ah yes, you must still have some kind of light beneath that grim look of yours huh?"[/color] Sinclair giggled, ""Besides, we'll just save those who can't save themselves, that would be our job right?"[/color]

"Well not really job, more like hobby,"[/color] Victor corrected Sinclair, making note that they were not in it for full time unless they were sure that this was what they had wanted to waste their precious time and resources on.

The duo seemed pretty confident in their abilities, it probably helped that they were able to generate whatever they pleased through the usage of three dimensional printing at rather high speeds. Someone attacking them? Let's grab a sword or two. Someone in need of capturing? Handcuffs please! While some people had magical abilities to do things like generate fire from nothing or levitate, the suitcases were their 'power'. It was all up to their minds to figure out how to use the very thing they built.

Mason shook his head. Well, he'd tried to warn them. It wasn't his fault really if they completely ignored him and ended up becoming one of his targets within the next month or so. Though, Mason hoped they wouldn't be his targets. He always enjoyed other lines of work instead of target practice, but still, he wouldn't refuse if they gave him the job.

"Well, then go ahead in the building. I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into. The last villain that tried something to this city ended up killing half the population and mind controlling nearly the rest of them. If you don't think you can take on that, I'd leave the city before worse happens." Mason said.

He didn't look up form his phone game the whole time he spoke. Truthfully, he was a little afraid to stay in this city much longer as well, but he'd made roots here, and it would be hard to just pick up and move on. But these people should know what they were up against if they weren't from around here. Now truthfully, that had been a rather rare villain, considering that no criminal or villain in Reighs City had ever heard of him and out of nowhere he'd just plagued the whole city including the criminals. Mason still didn't trust tap water to this day. He always drank from bottled water now. Not surprisingly, a lot of people did now in days.

"Oh we know perfectly well what happened to the city," Victor huffed, as if irritated that Mason would even suggest that they were blindly walking into this.

"We moved in after that after all!" Sinclair smiled.

"We're not as dumb as you might think we are," Victor spoke up a bit, as if even bragging slightly.

The woman giggled, "Don't get overconfident now, hun!" she turned back to Mason, "By the way, may I ask why you were snapping pictures of the people walkin into the station hm?" though her voice could have hinted that she knew a thing or two, she was completely oblivious to the fact that this man might be a criminal.

Victor wasn't paying attention, instead toying with his own smartphone to check to see what time it was and mess with a few apps while his wife entertained herself with the civilian. Would they need costumes? He'd have to get a designer if they did...

Mason rolled his eyes at the comment of them moving here because of everything that had happened. Welp, these people were nuts. Maybe he should snap a picture of them and turn them over to his group. But then the woman pointed out that she knew he was snapping pictures and Mason seem to tense with anxiety. She was one step too close to him.

"Just people watching." Mason tried to shrug it off. "It's a hobby." He hoped that excuse worked. He was ready to send a text to his group that he'd been spotted and needed to try again later, but he didn't want to just randomly bolt because that would make him look extra suspicious. He'd have to sit through this uncomfortable conversation for a little while longer before sending the text and asking one of them to make a fake phone call to him so he'd have an excuse to leave or something.

He'd just have to memorize the description of these two incase he couldn't get away with snapping a picture. Mason eyed them a good time filling his thoughts with descriptions. Then Mason went to text his friend in the group.

'Call me randomly and just go along with what I'm saying.' Mason texted. He'd now just have to wait for his friend to get the text and call him. He could do that. It wouldn't take that long, surely.

"People watching hmm?" Sinclair practically sang, "I believe my grandmother had a hobby similar to that, she was always interested in the human psyche, what about you?"

Victor finished messing with his phone for a bit, and added on, "Your grandmother also was the one who got arrested for breaking and entering."

"Oh come on she was practically senile at that point," Sinclair huffed. She turned back to the man, "So what's your name? I'm Sinclair, and this is my hubby, Victor," she gestured towards herself and Victor respectively. She was genuinely interested in this man, he seemed to have quite a different character from those she had previously met, and certainly a different character from Victor.

"Isn't taking pictures of people without their permission illegal?" Victor questioned, gaining a suspicious look yet again, "It could be quite a large violation of their privacy, especially since they all happen to be around a police station.."