Washington, D.C
No Evil Shall Escape My Sight

The students had all left several hours ago. Night had fallen and Sean prepared his "night garb". Terry, Seans' most trusted friend, waited outside in the car. Sean got in and she took off towards DC. Sean changed on the way, thankful for the tinted windows. The tight trousers, swashbuckler style shirt, and boots he already had on, concealed under his trench coat. He shed the coat and tied on his mask. He looked like a Zorro in green and Terry often teased him about it. The GL symbol was placed strategically on the outfit at several places.

Once in the city, they found a nice dark alley where they would be unobserved. Sean stepped out of the car and strapped on his rapier and main gauche. He also placed the sheath that contained his sticks across his back. Terry pulled out of the alley and headed for Georgetown, where she would wait until he called her.

Sean approached St. Alloysius Church on N. Capitol Street. It was nicely situated on the non-existant border between the business district and the "bad" neighborhoods. Sean knew, from experience, that "bad" neighborhoods were filled with good people. It was a small number of heavily armed cretins that made the areas "bad". St. Alloysius Gonzaga was the patron Saint of Youth. And youth was what Sean was most concerned with.

He raised his hand toward the church clock tower and felt something grab it, and lift him up. He looked out over the city, getting a feel for the night. He reached out again, and the unseen hands lifted him towards New York Ave.

Sursum Corda Housing Development. When Sean had been a student at Gonzaga High School, Sursum Corda had possessed a youth center. This gave the neighborhood kids someplace to go after getting home from school. The Gonzaga students would go help out at the center, basically doing the "big brother" thing. The youth center had been closed shortly after Sean graduated. Funding had been cut and not enough people cared what a bunch of poor inner-city kids did after school, or at night when their parents were out working. Now all they had was the streets.

Sean looked down from a rooftop at the "U" shaped drive in front of the development. Various dealers stood there, catering to the steady line of cars that pulled through. He jumped down from the roof and felt a cushion of air absorb the impact. The dealers reacted explosively.

"Awwwwww... @#&%#$, It's that Lantern Dude"!!!

Several of them raised their weapons and let loose a volley of fully automatic fire. Not one bullet reached it's mark. Sean pulled out his sticks and advanced quickly, using a double sinawalli striking pattern. The sticks hit hard. Sean heard the breaking of bones in perfect counter-time to his strikes. Non of his blows were leathel. But these guys would remember him for the rest of their lives. When they were all down... Sean did the usual questioning... "who's your supplier? where do I find him? etc.". Sean was always so amazed at how easily they turned and gave up the info.