Mark slowly walked through the small jewellery store. The silent alarm had been tripped a few minutes ago, and the closest cops had requested his help, given that there was a gang using assault weapons in town. Mark himself had been only a block or three over, and was clad in his body armour already, so he'd agreed to make the detour. When he'd arrived, he'd found...this scene of utter carnage. It looked like someone had turned their own weapons against them. Mark drew his bow back full and spun to face a store clerk, pistol in hand. Slowly, he relaxed, easing the arrow off the string. "My name's Officer Mann. I'm part of the police force. Sir, could you put the gun down, please?" The badge at his belt further confirmed his story. The man lowered the gun. "What happened here?"
"Lots and lots of guns." The man replied, in a thick Eastern European accent. "Go bang! Lots of bangs! I come out, and all men dead here. I scared, so I hide, in case they come back." He said. Mark nodded, and slipped out a cigarette, handing it to the man. "Thank you." He replied, flicking a zippo from an inside pocket and lighting the cigarette. "They all dead?" He asked.
Mark prodded the nearest body with his foot. There was no need. Most of his chest had been blown out with what appeared to be high caliber rounds. "Looks it." Standing up, Mark walked towards the door. "Some more cops will be coming soon. Tell them exactly what you told me." He looked up at the roofs and shouldered his bow, pulling a grappling gun from his belt and aiming it at the sky. The name Starks Enterprises was emblazoned on the side. He clicked the trigger, and the grappling hook flew upwards and hooked onto a roof. By pressing a secondary trigger, the cable wound in, lifting Mark to the roof quickly. "CARMEN, calculate the quickest route away from the shooting, starting at my current location." He said, ordering his computer over a visual/audio display. "Advise the law enforcement authorities to set up a five block radius, too." He reached the roof and began running, jumping, and firing his grappling gun, moving like a natural predator. Eventually, he knew he'd catch up to the person responsible for the jewellery store shooting. All that mattered was how fast he could do it, and if he could avoid any innocents being killed.