Jason was patrolling around the city, a routine he was growing quite fond of. This night was quite rough, lots of people due to some festival in the city centre. It was hard getting through the crowds to get to the muggers, pickpockets, killers etc.

While he was scanning the crowd he feels someone bump into him ─ tall guy in a leather jacket ─ he didn't mind after all there was a big crowd, so he wasn't surprised when someone stepped on his foot or nudged him with a shoulder. Everything was fine until he felt that the back pocket felt empty. Someone stole his wallet. He looked around spotting a kid, not older than 12 years old,speeding off with few bags and ─ probably ─ full of stolen goods.

"Not on my damn watch." He muttered to himself pushing himself out of the crowd and going after that little rat.

"You’ve got guts, kid. Stupid, but guts." He said when he found the kid at the end of the alley, huddled in the corner, counting their goods. "Alright, kid. You’ve got about five seconds to hand it over, and maybe—maybe— I won't grab you by your little collar and shake you out of your trinkets?"