John was only a couple blocks away from his destination. The building was on of the more worn down ones, but it still stood. The man he was meeting was Jerome Owens. His brother, Jackson, was the Vise president of JTeachs. The fact that that Jackson is uneasy about his own employer meet that there was a chance of having a mole close to Mr. Moth. 

"Give me all of your money!" A man had appeared and broke his train of thought. The man held a small revolver and pointed it at him. There was something odd about this thug. He held the gun like a professional, and was nicely groomed. If this was someone from the streets John might have gone easy on him, but this was odd.

John forced the man's shadow to shoot up. The end of it slices through the man's hand and sends the gun flying. Forcing his shadow to force him towards the man, John landed a blow to his jaw and a knee to the ribs. The thug manged to get some distance between the both of them. 

"Boss didn't say anything about you having this much control," blood dripped from both his hand and lip. Behind him a fire busted from a window  in the building John was heading to. "I'll deal with you later," there was a bright flash of light then the man was gone. John didn't have time to waste, because he had a good guess of who's floor was on fire.