In an alley at the corner of a commercial street in the Bronx, Night Thrasher and Speedball hid behind a wall. With a whoosh, a shadow flashed past, and Pietro stopped behind them. "They'll be here soon. Let's get to the roof."
The other two young heroes did not hesitate. They leaped onto the roof of a three-story building along the commercial street with incredible speed, then lay at the edge and watched the demonstrators approaching from the intersection.
Night Thrasher pulled out two small binoculars and tossed them to his teammates. Taking one himself, he examined the details within the crowd. A few seconds later, he lowered the binoculars and said with certainty, "Jarvis was right. There's something wrong with these people."
"Never thought that mechanical head could make such a sound judgment." Speedball Robert's tone was still a little exaggerated, a side effect of appearing on television programs. He had gotten used to using strange metaphors.
Seeing Night Thrasher's disapproving look, Robert reined in his expression. "Fine, I shouldn't have said that about him. But he really is good with computers, isn't he?"
"Jarvis is an excellent hacker. Our team really needs someone like him. He's given us a lot of help, support those Hell's Kitchen guys don't have. That means we absolutely can't fall behind them."
Robert raised his binoculars again and looked into the crowd. It was a very typical violent protest group. The people in front held all kinds of signs, while those in the back had their hands in their pockets, weapons tucked into pockets or at their waists.
Several loudmouths kept shouting slogans through megaphones, things like, "Ban speeders, or we'll bring them down!" and "The Sky Train flies too fast! It should wait for its people!"
The police following them stayed far