Popshot

The sound of firetrucks ring in the air. You look to see if you can see where they're going but they turn a corner a few blocks down. As you turn around to go about your evening a woman pushes a very heavy duffle bag into your arms. "Here, hold this!" She takes aim at the sky with a long stun rifle with purple detailing that looks custom made. "Come on..... come on..... One of you flying freaks has got to be out patrolling tonight." She whispers to the sky. "And the sirens are calling."