[color=fff79a][b]"Actually, Robin of Sherwood is less a child's tale but a myth brought about by decades of pent up unrest towards authoritarian masters seen to have no claim to their power."[/b][/color]  Alexis stepped around the open door of the ambulance as she spoke, eyeing up the 'Robin Hood' now that she was up close; there was only so much that could be determined through a rifle scope.  She still carried the briefcase with her weapon within, disassembled easily and in a short time.  Most of the NAIL agents who knew her had given the briefcase a sideways look, as if fearing the contents with the evidence of its work was laid out for all to see barely a hundred foot away.

[color=fff79a][b]"The 'Hood' part of his name was assigned by the authorities who sought to cast him as a mere villain, sadly for them he reclaimed it and turned the name Robin Hood into a badge of honour.  Somewhat appropriate in this case... for a vigilante."[/b][/color]  She looked at the man who might as well have come straight out of a comic book before becoming aware that her little speech might appear to be utterly out of left field, especially as the two had not actually met her in person. She thus stepped forwards to shake Nova's hand.

[color=fff79a][b]"Agent Black, a pleasure to meet you in person.  I'm Alexis Chandle, your support on this case."[/b][/color] She gave a telling, sideways glance at the corpse at the bank's entrance in a 'That's my work' manner.  [color=fff79a][b]"I'm somewhat interested to here your story as well.  All the American super heroes have origin stories, as I remember."[/b][/color] She raised an arched eyebrow at 'Robin Hood', as he was still known, before turning back to Nova.

[color=fff79a][b]"And then I might suggest we find a bar and toast to a successful mission."[/b][/color]