New York Minute (Open like an open thing to NY)

[poorgirlsarcee]

Motorcycle's in the parking lot
Revving their engines and it just won't stop
Matches the noise screaming in my head
Houston, I think we got a problem

Mira was walking through the Central Park Zoo, there was a crowd of school kids running between the monkey cage and the elephants that caused her to dance back a few steps to avoid getting bowled over by the third graders. Sipping at the hot chocolate she had bought she headed for the tiger exhibit.

There were panicked screams from behind her, where she had passed the kids. Turning she saw several running her way. Mira thought a moment trying to remember the layout of the zoo from the map she had. Pointing she hissed reptile house to the kids as she headed the way they had come from, maybe she'd be able to figure out what was going on. No doubt someone was already texting and or calling the police right? The kids had been in uniforms, one of the ritzy schools in the city, though she hadn't been in town long enough to figure out which one.

The device on her wrist beeped, warning her someone was messing with the weapon. Mira pulled herself against a decorative wall. Did they find me already? Usually I get at least a day before the government finds me. Taking a deep breath she stepped back into the path her eyes scouting for anything she could use as a weapon as she headed for the monkey cage. It was probably stupid of her, but if the kids got hurt because she was there she'd never forgive herself.

 

Vigilantes On Patrol... Coming to a Theatre Near You ((Open to street-level types))

[vesper_verde]

Vesper was out on his nightly patrol. This time he actually had an area to look into as opposed to most nights. His enhanced hearing had caught him a tip the night before. One of the more careful and low key local gangs was looking into quietly bringing some drugs in from South America since a couple of other distributors had backed away from the trade. While Vesper was glad to stop some of the gangs, he always found more were willing to step up and take their place. Profit outweighed the stories about the man dressed like a bat.

The Brazilian vigilante was flying across the city toward a part of toward not known for gangs or the drug trade. There would likely be more innocent civilians there, so he was going to have to be a bit more careful. He looped carefully around to land on an apartment building's roof.

His wings folded in as he cast out his sense of hearing along the neighborhood. He tuned out couples arguing or having sex. He had overheard enough of that for ten lifetimes since he got these powers. He was looking for calm discussions. Especially ones with an undertone of bravado.