"At the intermission, we asked you to write down your current bank balance, and seal it in an envelope." Merritt said after he'd walked onto the stage. "Now it's time to take those envelopes out. Everyone take 'em out." He urged. "Now, everybody, shout out your name. All at once. Go." People shouted their names at him, all blurring together. "Shout 'em out. Clement? Frannick?" He called into the crowd.

"Yeah! Up here!" A man shouted from the top of the audience as he stood.

"Oh. Way up there." McKinney mused. 'Okay. Dina? Robertson?"

"That's me!" The woman next to me grinned, also standing up.

"Okay. Names. Names. Let's go." People began calling their names out again. "Josepha Hickey?"

"That's me!" Another woman closer to the stage said as she got to her feet.

"Josepha, I want you to focus on your balance, and count from one to 10 out loud."

She did as he asked and began counting, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5-"

"Stop. Is the first digit 5?"

"Yes." She nodded with an amazed grin.

"Do it again. This time, faster." He ordered and she did.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6-"

"Stop." He said once again. "6. Again."

"1, 2-"

"Josepha, is your bank balance $562 as of today?" He asked.

"Yeah. That's what I got." She shrugged and the crowd clapped.

"Unfortunately, you're wrong." I furrowed my brows, confused, he continued onto the next woman.

"Okay, Dina," He called to the woman next to me. "I hope you've enjoyed your spot next to our lovely Agent Ellis." He teased sending me a wink before raising his hand to his head. "1," He began. "4, 7, 7."

"Yeah." She grinned and the audience applauded.

"You think it is. But in fact, you, too, are wrong." He dismissed. I glanced over to Dylan who looked as confused as I felt. I leant forward, resting my head in my hands, intrigued.

"Clement. You do not have $6,500 in your account. In fact, everybody stand up. Everybody. Yeah." The audience did what he asked and stood. "Put your envelopes to your forehead." I stood along with Dylan to get a better view of everything, though neither of us would participate in their tricks. "Focus on your number. This is...Oh, dear. Just as I feared. Oh, this is strange. You know, I hate to say this, but you're all wrong." Dylan looked over at me, still baffled but all I could do was shrug. Daniel and Henley came on stage. "Every last one of you is dead wrong about what you think is in your account. Okay, you can sit down now." Daniel muttered a few words in Merritt's ear. "Oh yeah. I almost forgot." Merritt clapped his hands together. "This evening would not be possible if it weren't for our great benefactor Arthur Tressler." He gestured to the man himself and the audience clapped.

"Big applause! Big applause!" Daniel said. "Art, actually, why don't you come up on stage for the finale?"

"Come on down, Art!" Both Merritt and Henley shouted as the man began his decent to the stage.

"There he goes." Daniel said, watching the man leave his seating. "Okay, good." I brought my radio up to my lips.

"Are we on red?" I murmured into the speaker, tucking some hair behind my ear.

"Bright red." Fuller replied. "We're all standing by."

Dylan gently took a hold of my wrist and brought the radio to his mouth. "All right, no one leaves the theatre." He warned. "No one." I clipped my radio back to my belt and continued to watch.

"Now, Art, did you fill out your envelope?" Henley asked kindly. Arthur shook his head. "Well, no need. We've done it for you." Jack stepped on the stage with a huge envelope in his hands. By huge I mean probably a little shorter than me, lengthwise.

"Now, Art, I took a guess. North of 140. Am I right?" Arthur chuckled. "That's 140 million, by the way." Merritt clarified as Daniel and Henley took the cheque out of it's envelope.

"I'm sorry, Merritt. How can he be right about his balance and everyone else be wrong?" Henley queried, holding the cheque until Daniel helped, taking the other side.

"I think possibly because he, too, is wrong." Merritt answered.

"Oh God, this isn't going to end well." I mumbled to Dylan who shook his head.

"Everybody, take out your paper. And using the flashlight under your seat, start to warm up that paper. I think your correct balance begins to appear." He directed and people followed, taking out their flashlight and shining it against their envelopes. "Now, Art, don't worry, we have a flashlight for you. Yes." Jack came onto the stage, sporting a massive flashlight. He flicked it on.

"Whoa." Daniel mumbled, jumping back out of the light that shone on his face.

"What's going on there, Daniel?" Merritt questioned as some of the numbers on the cheque seemed to change

"Wait. This is weird. A second ago, it said one hundred and forty-four million, five hundred and seventy-nine thousand, six hundred and fifty-one. But now..." He trailed off. "Now it says seventy-thousand dollars less."

"Josepha, can you stand up?" Merritt asked.

"Yes." She replied eagerly, quickly standing.

"Now, what is your new number?"

"Seventy-thousand, five hundred and sixty-two dollars now in my account." She told him with a wavering voice.

"Is it possible that Josepha's balance went up the exact amount that Art's went down?" Henley questioned, turning to Arthur before Jack spoke.

"Hey. Check it out." He called. "It's happening again."

"Is it?" Danny asked.

"Wow. It is." Henley confirmed. "Art's balance has gone down another two hundred and eighty K."

"Dina Robertson?" Merritt sing-songed. "What did yours say?"

"Two hundred eighty-one thousand, four hundred and seventy-seven dollars." She told him in a disbelieving chuckle as the crowd once again applauded. Jack put down the flashlight and Daniel and Henley put down the cheque.

"We have a confession to make." Henley told the audience.

"She's right." Jack nodded. "We lied about something."

"Yes." Daniel agreed. "None of you were chosen at random."

"All of you have one thing in common." Merritt said.

"Everyone in this room was a victim of the hard times that hit one of America's most treasured cities." Henley said, her voice shaking slightly.

"Some of you lost your houses, your cars." Merritt began.

"Your businesses." Jack continued.

"Your loved ones." Daniel said, making eye contact with me for a split second before his eyes continue roaming the audience. "But all of you were insured by the same company."

They all pointed to Arthur accusingly and spoke in sync. "Tressler Insurance." The crowd booed.

"You were abandoned." Merritt told them.

"You were loopholed..." Henley shouted.

"...Out of your settlements." Jack finished for her. Arthur said something to Henley which she replied to but due to how far back we were, I couldn't hear it.

"Whoa! Whoa!" One man in the audience shouted. "I've got eighty-two thousand dollars in my bank account! It says it right here on my cell phone! Everybody, look at your cell phones right now! Everybody!" He continued to shout as everyone brought them out, the theatre filling with notification sounds and the crowd began to scream happily, applauding The Horsemen. I unclipped my radio from my belt.

"Fuller, is this seriously happening right now?" I rushed.

"I don't know." He replied.

"Is this real? Is this actually real?" I repeated, louder.

"I don't know! I can't tell!" He yelled in reply. I sighed exasperatedly and stood before realising I couldn't see over the ecstatic people so I stood on my seat and watched as Art lunged for Merritt. But couldn't get far due to the fact that he had a handcuff wrapped around his ankle, anchoring him to the stage.

My radio clicked on. "We got confirmation." I looked down at Dylan with wide eyes to see him holding the radio to his ear, the same look on his face. "It's really happening. They robbed him."

"Do not let them get away." Dylan yelled and stood. The Horsemen had convened at the back of the stage, under dim lights. Dylan stood and got out of the row. I turned back to watch The Horsemen for a moment longer before following after clicking my radio back onto my belt and jumped down from the seat, following Dylan.

"Stop!" I heard him shout as we ran down the centre isle to the stage. "Stop! Nobody move!" That's when I remembered Merritt's act.

"Dylan!" I yelled in warning though I was too late.

"Freeze!" Dylan leapt onto the stage, right as a woman screamed.

"Quarterback!" I quickly jumped onto the stage, trying to get out of the hustle of people running onto the stage.

"We are The Four Horsemen." The grabbed onto a rope. "Good night." They shot up to the ceiling as people leapt onto Rhodes.

"Dylan!" I yelled and began to try and push people off him, but no matter how many I pushed off they kept getting right back on. I felt someone tug my arm. Alma. She nodded to the side of the stage and we both sprinted off and exited the building.

"I'll go up the stairs, you go along the street." I ordered and she nodded quickly.

I bounded up the stairs, my shoes pounding harshly against the metal. After several flights of stairs, I finally made it onto the roof. I ran along the roof until I finally spotted him. I dashed through a puddle, the bottom of my pants getting wet as I tried to push myself even harder. They jumped over a ledge and in a matter of seconds I jumped the same one.

I made it onto the street, now strictly following Daniel as the others had split up. I cringed as I felt what had to be hundreds of Mardi Gras beads hit me as I tried to dart through the crowd. Someone bumped into me, I looked to my left to see it was Alma, she nodded at me quickly, offering her back up. I didn't have the energy to reply as we kept hurtling through the masses.

Daniel turned into an empty street. I quickly pulled my gun from it's holster as he jumped a wall. "Danny!" I shouted. "Stop!" I heaved deep breaths as he stilled, straightening up and turning to face me. He raised his hands slowly before waving slightly and jumping off the wall and out of sight. "Shit!" I yelled and dropped my gun to the floor, thankful that the safety was on. I heard Dylan yell at Alma but I was already pulling myself over the wall and dashing through the crowds.

I saw his brown locks bouncing in the distance and forced myself to go faster. My footsteps thundered against the pavement as I caught up to him. I was mere feet behind him as he began to run through a small park. I lunged forward and tackled him. We fell to the ground and I quickly grabbed his hands, holding them above his head as I straddled them.

We panted, neither of us saying anything as we tried to catch our breath. We stared into each others eyes. "What are you doing, Daniel?" I huffed. He didn't reply and I reach to the back of my belt, under my jacket for my cuffs but they weren't there. "What..." I trailed off.

"I'm sorry." Daniel whispered and my brows furrowed.

"Sorry for what?"

"This." Next thing I knew I was being hauled from Daniel. I struggled against whoever had me and quickly pulled them over my back and they landed in front of me with a grunt. Merritt McKinney. I yelped as I felt more hands grabbing me, my own handcuffs being tightened around my wrists.

I turned quickly, my blonde hair whipping in my face, to see Jack Wilder holding me by my arms. "Well, isn't this ironic." I quipped blowing away a hair that was tickling my nose as I turned back to face Daniel. "You know for someone who claims they love me, you're not doing a spectacular job at showing it." I drawled.

"We've all got jobs to do, sweetheart." Merritt groaned from his spot on the ground. "Ours just happens to be a bit more on the illegal side."

"Yeah, impressive show by the way." I said sarcastically. "Well done on robbing a man of his money."

Daniel frowned at me. "He robbed the people first-"

"I'm not saying he didn't deserve it." I countered. "You should know me well enough to know that I don't agree with any of that. But it's not your job to decide. You can't try and set the world in balance-"

"What like you're trying to do?" Atlas scoffed.

"I'm trying to make a difference, Daniel." I told him. "I'm trying to make a difference within the law's reaches. Doing this isn't going to help, as much as it may be appreciated. What you're doing, what you're all doing...is a crime."

"What he was doing-" Henley began and my green eyes cornered her.

"Was bad. Terrible." I conceded. "But laws were made for a reason. You can't just pretend they don't apply to you, because they do. Laws were made to keep society in check, to stop this kind of shit from happening. Sure, what you're doing is great. But there're other ways to help these people without any kind of weird revenge. This isn't V for Vendetta. This is real life and there're ways to sort this kind of stuff out."

"If people like you did their jobs there wouldn't have to be anything to sort out!" I glared at Merritt before turning back to Daniel.

"Look, am I going to walk home or what? What's happening?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

A/N:

HOOOO BOY THAT WAS TENSE!

What I've realised is that Ellie has similar moral codes/values to Daredevil which I think is p neat :D

Sorry it took so long to update everyone!! I didn't have internet for a while (still don't, I'm using my precious phone data) plus I was getting ready for my first day back at school tomorrow after my holiday :(

I hope you all enjoyed it though!!

x Clara