Jack sighed, staring at the photo of him and his brother together. Years had past, many years. Jack was now a strong man. And he was a police. Ryan, his foster dad, was a police officer, and since Jack was already exceeding him in hand in hand combat and shooting skills Jack was promoted to above his father's rank. He still never called Ryan dad, just Ryan, and as it had been since they first met, they were more like brothers than parent and kid. All Jack's criminal record had been removed, when he had appealed to the court. He was a fine, well-tempered speaker, which made it easy to convince people. All of Jack's criminal record was deleted, and Jack was a member of the police force. His true brother had only visited him a few times, and only for short periods of time. But ever since Jack became a police there were no more visits.

Jack's promotion went up, and up. Even Ryan couldn't believe that once Jack was a robber, and a runaway. Soon Jack was one of the most important men of the police force. He was only thirty and was in charge of over seven hundred men! Of course he only had to oversee the few dozen officers in charge of squads of around eight or nine men.

Many men in high positions like Jack's didn't participate in actual fighting. But Jack was a good warrior, and a loyal worker. He was usually sent against the worst gangs around. Using his self-taught, later expanded by police, training, Jack was able to take down any opponent. He was called Mr. Jack formally because everyone still associated his last name with Simon, but most his force just called him Jack. (Should I keep this Paragraph?)

Jack got a call, and after less than a minute of speaking on the phone found out that there was a dangerous man, with superpowers, robbing many large banks. The few, who had seen the man, before getting knocked unconscious, reported he seemingly had a high temper, and wore a black fire-proof cloak, shooting fire out of his right hand, and sleeping gas out his left. Jack didn't believe in superpowers, but apparently there was proof. Jack's job was to take a squad and face the fire-man. He had been given the coordinates.

Once inside the old, rugged, warehouse that was apparently the fire-man's base, Jack and his squad spread out, staying hidden, but surrounding the interior so in the case of the outlaw entering, he would be trapped.

The whole warehouse echoed with coarse laughter as a man in black dropped from the ceiling. He sprayed out gas every which way, apparently immune himself. But the police were prepared, holding kerchiefs to their faces they ran to attack the man. The fire-man was well-trained and was able to throw off his attackers. The rest of the police aimed their guns at the man, demanding that he surrender. The fire-man did no such thing, and instead jumped into the shadows. No matter how hard Jack looked he couldn't see the man. Then the fire-man came out of hiding, right above an officer. He landed on the officer, and with a high kick, sent the officer crumbling to the ground.

"No one shoot!" The fire-man growled, pointing a long shiny knife at the unconscious officer's neck. The warehouse fell silent.

"You police are invading my space, please leave, or I will kill this man." There was something distantly familiar in the voice.

"Now!" Fire-man barked. Half the police slipped out the building, hoping the fire-man hadn't seen the other half. But the black-cloaked man looked a diagram on a small electronic device and pointed at each of the spots the police were hiding.

"Go!" He ordered.

"What about Sebastian?" On officer asked, nodding his head towards fire-man's prisoner.

"He will die if you don't get going!" The man hissed. Jack notice one officer sneak up while the fire-man was distracted. That officer quickly hit the fire-man hard, trying o knock him out. Not hard enough though. The fire-man swung around and knocked the officer down. Then he lifted the officer up and pinned him against the wall, choking him. No one moved, the officers couldn't do anything, without the chance that someone could get hurt. Jack slipped off his gear and quietly walked up behind the fire-man. All the officers expected Jack to attack the fire-man, but all Jack did was gently place his hand on the man's shoulder.

The man turned to face Jack, his angry breathing slowed to controlled calm breaths. All the officers in the room stayed silent, waiting for Jack to give an order.

"Simon." Jack sighed, and gave the Fire-man a long hug. Simon hugged back, and they stayed embracing for a minute.

"Move out." Jack finally ordered, letting go of Simon, clasping cuffs onto Simon's wrists. Simon looked up at Jack the same wild look coming to his eyes as it always did when he was captured, but Jack simply rested his hand on Simon's shoulder and the wildness disappeared.