Night had fallen. On the roof of a skyscraper at the edge of the downtown sprawl, a lone figure stood looking out at the city below. Heliopolis was beautiful at night, with everything lit up like a carnival of stars. Seeing it like this, he could almost believe in the image of the city that the politicians were trying to sell. Key word being 'almost'.
Taking a step back, he adjusted his clothes. He'd practised with them, but they still felt strange on him. After he had everything more or less to his liking, he took a mask out of his pocket and fitted it over his eyes. Grinning, he walked up to the edge of the roof again, and took one last look down--- this time not out at the city, but immediately below him, at the rush of cars and pedestrians on the streets.
“Showtime.”
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Prophet groaned at the sound of his comm going off. He hadn't been asleep, but he had had a long day, and he'd been hoping he'd get the rest of the night off. A vain hope, really. Nightfall tended to bring all the riff-raff out of the woodwork. He wondered if they planned it that way, sending out all the petty criminals during the day to tire out the people of the law, and planning all the big stuff for when they were too exhausted to give chase. Nevertheless, he downed the rest of his coffee--- not that it was helping him wake up any--- and headed out the door, leaving a handful of change on the counter.
The night chill felt like a slap in the face, and he shivered, rubbing at his arms. Instead of putting on a jacket, however, he stripped down as he walked in the direction that the comm had indicated. “I'm at 22nd and King, heading east,” he said, cursing himself for having taken his suit off. He should have known that he'd have to put it on again before the night is out. He had walked about two blocks at a brisk pace when a large vehicle pulled up and opened the wide doors on the side. He jumped in unceremoniously. There was a flurry of activity as aides hurried to help him suit up, with one even taking the time to touch up his makeup before they gave him the okay and dropped him off again. The suit was bulkier than civilian clothes, but most of that was reinforcement. Prophet didn't have the type of power that protected him from bullets, so his clothes had to do that for him. It wasn't as bad as some of the others; Torch's was more like armor than a suit, with all that metal. At least Prophet's had been kept relatively light to allow him to move.
Glancing up to make sure the helicopter crew had marked him properly, Prophet set off in earnest for the scene of the crime.