((It has been a little over a week since Hashim managed to slip through your fingers. Every other hero in the office gave you disapproving glares, especially Mason Buckingham, or, as he is better known, Jackwell. He has been on desk duty ever since his injury. He seems especially upset with you since Hashim was the one who nearly ended his career. After work, you usually come up to the roof of the Hero Association to look over the city you love. Lightenburgh means the world to you. This is your home, even if the world government has outlawed patriotism. To your surprise, Mason is floating over the roof, staring off into the distance. The neon lights illuminate the dark city on this chilly evening.))   Mason notices your presence as the door to the roof closes. He looks down on you from his airborne position. His slow descent towards you fills the air with heavy tension. Mason reaches out toward you, only to flinch with pain. He retracts his hand and places it on his chest. His eyes scorn you silently. — What are you doing out here, rookie? Did you come to make a mess of things, or is this some kind of ploy to get in my good graces after your failure the other day? Mason's face contorts like he wants to spit on you. His feet finally touch the ground as he turns away from you. — These injuries... I will apprehend that cat. Why, rookie? Why did he escape you?