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THE SUPPLIES
The final night of my investigation was going as planned. Kneeling on the battered rooftop of a seemingly abandoned warehouse, I saw dozens of boxes readily supplied to provide rifles for no fundamental purpose. Falcone may have money, but to buy something so ludicrous was something only in his mind. Few men stand guard and have pointless talk of their boss and women, but all will soon be stopped when I intervene.

My boots slide from the rooftop to one another as I dangle upside down as that of a bat. While the other two guards lazily go at their alcohol and point flashlights at the rusted-out lot, my first target shows like black against white. Propelling down, my arms grasp the cape as I take hold of the thug and shoot up in mere seconds. His screams are muffled as my arms cut off his breathing until he no longer moves; leading to his body being left suspended. With all the money Falcone seems to brag with, his men still strategize just as poorly as they do fight. My boots take the impact of the solid ground as I crash to the asphalt below. Turning to face me, the drunken men draw their weapons in fear with a strange notion. Wobbling his hand with no slight aim, the first one is sent toppling into rubble and rust by my heel. Throwing a punch in at the other, he too stumbles on his side. The first criminal is unconscious, but the second one is left for 'questioning.'

Using my Bat-Claw on both the victim and the rooftop, I grasp hold and blast to the rooftop as he begins hollering in terror. "GOD! What are you?" The delinquent cries as he swings in midair. Dangling from the Bat-Claw, he looks down and screams louder. "LET ME GO!" Starting to struggle, I stare and watch him try to slip from an inescapable trap. "If you say so..." I respond as he flies for the surface to his death. Catching him by the ankle for a second time, he zips back into position and continues to sob. "Where is Falcone getting the supplies from?" Giving a punch to his ribs, he whailes as the snap of his bones shudders throughout the atmosphere. "G-o-okay, okay. He gets it from some place!" Kneeling down, I pull him by his hair and gaze at his terrified expression. "What place." The criminal attempts to wiggle away, his crying becoming a quick annoyance. "I don't know! It was an um, a warehouse! LIKE THIS ONE! Falcone's own, he-he keeps it in his own property so the pigs won't take it!" Intelligent for someone of his persona. Continuing to grasp his hair, I slam him face-first into the solid metal siding of the warehouse then release him from the Bat-Claw at a safe distance. A hole in the roof allows me to glide through and into the warehouse, leading on to ignite the supplies and leave.