The camera pans up to the assailant and she presses a Coms

Clara: Target not found…two members of the vigilante faction apprehended on the north side rooftops.

Coms: they are on their way now PressurePoint you may evacuate.

Archer: Groans on the floor unable to move from the neck assault you betray your own people..scum

She glances at the man briefly and tilts her hand throwing down a wire

Clara: Enjoy the ride downtown. Regards from the Vanguard.





From across the way a figure would be seen watching the scene



(written by Rain!!)
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| Vanguard Tower |

In a large and dark room, Ethan Murphy sits at a desk with a cup of coffee in his hand. In front of him is a wall of monitors. Each monitor is showing a different scene. As the camera pans out, it is shown the immense amount of monitors Ethan is watching. His eyes dash back and forth as he analyzes each one. His brain, strong enough to process what is happening on each monitor. He just sits there, watching surveillance of everything, everywhere. Nothing is hidden from him.