The air inside an abandoned manufacturing warehouse on the East Side of the city was thick with the smell of cheap cigars and illegal stimulants. A dozen members of a local gang were busy loading crates of stolen weaponry into a hover-truck, completely unaware of the shadow looming in the rafters above them.
Without a sound, Jayden dropped the roof.
He landed perfectly in the center of the group. Before the first thug could even register the sudden appearance of the masked figure, Jayden moved. He blurred into a streak of motion, his fist colliding with the nearest man's jaw with the force of a battering ram, sending him crashing through a stack of wooden crates.
"It's the Phantom Vigilante!" one of the thugs screamed, scrambling backward and drawing a plasma pistol.
"What?" Another stared in disbelief. "Are you insane?! There's a five million credit bounty on your head, and you're still out here?!"
"Yeah. You should have crawled up into a hole by now!" Another thug added.
