[Down one of Central City's darker alleys, there is a lone figure lurking; a costumed figure in a cloak and wearing a shiny helmet that completely hides its owner's face. It's very late at night and this figure is acting suspiciously, pausing at doors as if they're checking to see if any were unlocked before moving on. Maybe they're trying to break into somewhere. It certainly doesn't look like an innocent midnight stroll but it seems he hasn't broken the law yet, besides being creepy. Then he pauses and there is something in his golden-gloved hands. It looks like a grenade... Now might be the time to act.]