Hub City. Processing Center for Gun Runners

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The lead seems to be right. But what got me even more was the fact it didn’t just stop at Hub City. It’s across the whole damn country. I was thinking Triad or Yakuza for the longest time but this these weapons are coming in from both the east and west coast. Your average small arms. What surprised me is how much is coming in. Enough small

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[faceless_freak]

The explosion startled more than just some gang members causing trouble in a troubled city.

She called for him.

His head jerked and he turned his head towards the sound of the thunderous BOOM. Wonderful. He wasn't looking forward to pyromaniacs this night; he already had a tiring conversation with New York.

The Question walked down the street calmly. A teenageer -- lanky, bloodshot eyes, staring gapingly at the fiery mess that was blocks away, likely a punk and another gangster -- was seated on top of a motorcycle that was rusting. It'd do.

His fist snapped out, breaking the young man's jaw and knocking him off of the bike. The faceless man took it instead.

Another mess to clean up.

Never a dull moment, but at least it wasn't Evil trapped in another kitchen appliance.

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The batarangs did their job like last time. As soon as they hit, the victims went down. Though the more he was thinking of kids with guns the more he became enraged. Not at anyone other then himself. Kids like him. Stop it now. Red fired off the shotgunwith the nonlethal bean bag ammunition taking down a man running away from him.

He has information.

The bag hit the man in his back and knocked him to the ground with a thud as his chest hit first. Already Red flipped the shotgun around rapped the handle on the temple of someone sneaking up behind him.

Two more.

Right as he was to fire the weapon again, it jammed on him. Letting out a muffled curse, Red ducked below while rounds from two M4’s flamed his way. The shotgun went flying and knocked one of the two men down. While coming down to the ground he grabbed a bit of metal that became shrapnel during the explosion.

This’ll have to do.Rolling to the side, once on his left knee, and then to his feet in a fluid motion, the shrapnel shot out and made its mark by piercing

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With apparent ease, as if this was a consistent thing in Hub -- which it could have been -- the Question stepped over flames as if they weren't there, moving into the warehouse with his hands in his pockets and his head ducked down as he simply walked with no hurry.

"And who, my dearly dying Hub? Who was come upon your worthless soil? Who stalks in our shadows?"

He came upon the current situation, faceless features pointed in Red's direction. He did not recognize this man, in plain sight or Sight.

Confusion.

But his question was not about who he might be.

"What are you doing?" was what he wondered. After all, costumed types always stayed away from Hub.

They all did. Gutless cowards.

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He moves about as if thinking one of the other two men might be able to answer some of his questions. It wasn't something he really wondered about. He was sure they were just the muscle if anything. Though it didn't hurt. He made his way to the one he threw his shotgun to and looked down at him in disgust.

"What do you know?"

Silence. So Red simplely picked up the shotgun and knocked one side of the man's head to follow then with the other side. Out. He turned to the other man that was cletching his hand. Checking the shotgun he sees the cartridge that jammed and yanks it out.

He was about to ask the same when he noticed the Question. Surprise, this guy was in the Bats computer. Though he really hadn't read much beside the fact he didn't show his face and stayed in this hellhole of a city.

"Say again?"