<div style="text-indent:1em;">Ivan stood on the roof across from the bank, watching the robbers through the massive windows as they moved about their hostages.  They must be new in town, all the local thugs knew that hostages were a bad idea in this city.  It was time to formally welcome the new thugs.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"We've got a set of sturdy walky-talkys, right?"  Ivan said into the mic on his wrist.  A sound of confirmation came over the radio, and it wasn't long before one of the Inquisition runners was there with the set.  Taking one of them, Ivan made a quick sling with his bandanna.  Doing some quick math, he launched the radio across the street and through the windows.  It wasn't long before one of the crooks, probably the leader, picked it up.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Ya the cops or a super?"  A gravely voice came over the radio.  Good, down to the point, Ivan liked the less talky ones.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"The later, I've come to give you a bit of good advice before I take you all in."  There was a laugh from the other end.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Oh really, and what's that?  'Crime doesn't pay?'" He said in a mocking voice.  "Look I'm from New York, I've dealt with the fuckin' Avengers, no one's even heard of you or this place.  I like my chances."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Ivan smiled, "Really, New York, in that case you really want my advice.  You see, we operate a little differently here."  Ivan pulled his rifle from its holster on his back.  "Tell me, any of your boys ever killed a man before?"  He focused his sight down on the man's face, watching him closely.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">His eyes flicked towards the man with a dragon neck tattoo.  "Maybe, but why the he-"  His voice cut off as a bullet tore through the killers head.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Here in this town if you've killed someone else, we kill you.  But if you abstain from murder, so shall I."  The Inquisitor's voice took a deathly edge.  "Now, anyone else who needs a dose of karma in you're squad?"  The man's eyes widened, and the vein on his neck began to rapidly beat.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"No, only him."  His eyes dilated has he spoke.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"You're lying," Ivan said, giving a sinister laugh "tell me who or I'll assume its you."  The man's heart rate skyrocketed, and Ivan laughed again.  "Oh, in that case, be a dear and hand that radio to the next man in line.  I'll make it quick."  The criminal was not inclined, instead he dropped the radio and began running further into the bank.  But that wouldn't do him any good, every wall in the bank was made of glass, they had designed it so with The Inquisitor in mind.  The first bullet took him in the knee, sending him sprawling to the ground.  He screamed for mercy, but was silent soon after.</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"One of you three left better pick up."  Ivan said over the radio, watching the criminals as they stared in stunned silence.  Finally, one of them noticed the continued sounds from the walky-talky, and picked it up.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Who the hell are you and what do you want."  He said, voice hard despite the fact his eyes were wide as dinner plates.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"My name is The Inquisitor, has anyone else in your squad ever killed an innocent?"  Ivan asked, the man told the truth.  "Good, now release the hostages."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"If we do that what's to stop the cops from coming for us."  He yelled back.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"You're guns and their desire not to be shot."  Ivan said in deadpan.  "I'll be coming in for you, not them.  And if one of you accidentally shoot a hostage while aiming for me, I'll be forced to kill you.  But if there's no collateral, I'll make sure that no one else dies today."  As he talked he motioned the runner who had came earlier.  By the time the hostages had all been removed from the bank, Ivan had switched to his non-lethal coat.  He also, had a grappling hook.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"There, no more hostages, now what."  He said, but there was no response.</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Ivan used the grappling hook to get on top of the bank, where he now watched the criminals from the skylight.  It didn't take long to get the glass unlocked, and with the grappling hook rope tied to his waist and the Inquisition runner holding the other side Ivan descended.  Pulling out his dual pistols loaded with tranque-darts, Ivan took out the remaining thugs before the realized he was there.  Now that all criminals were asleep or dead, The Inquisitor walked out the front doors of the bank.  The cops rushed past him to secure the remaining thugs, the police chief waiting to hear what Ivan had to say.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"These guys were from out of town, apparently they thought we'd be easy since basically nothing happens here."  Ivan said, accepting the coffee the chief offered him.  Working at 5 in the morning was not fun, but caffeine made it feel doable.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I'll get in touch with the tourist centers, see if they can get word out about this.  If people know that our super is good, that might keep criminals from immigrating."  He must have been working on his second or third cup of coffee, far to much of it in his thick mustache for how much coffee was in his cup.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Doubt it will do much, unless the rest of the world is suddenly ok with lethal force we can't advertise that." Ivan let out an exauhsted sigh, looking up to the sky.  "And that's why these shits where comfortable with hostages.  The New York heroes wont punish them for it."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"The New York heroes didn't live through Shadowman."  The chief said, all trace of a smile gone from his face.  Ivan closed his eyes as he fought off the memories.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Do what you can chief, I'm going to get some food."  Ivan began walking off, but paused as the sun began to rise.  The light hit the buildings, and reflected off to make a lightshow of sunrays.  Every building in Ashgate was covered in mirrors, it had been for the last year.  "I always love that sight."  Ivan said, thinking to himself.  The chief nodded in agreement and they stood watching the sun rise on Ashgate, the city of mirrors.</div>