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Three hours ago, a young man was shot in chest three times during a the robbery of a liquor store. The man had the bad luck to be entering the store as the robbers left with their loot, bumping into one of them. Most people are not entirely in control of themselves during situations as stressful as a robbery and the criminal pulled the trigger three times before he had a conscious thought about it. He and his partner ran off as high speed, leaving the store owner to call the emergency services and the victim to bleed to death on the sidewalk.

Now, Detectives Jones and Sawyer were on the case. Together, they'd reviewed the CCTV footage of the incident, taken statements from the store owner and the two terrified customers who'd been in the store at the time. None of it seemed likely to help much and the C.S.I. unit had been delayed by several hours now. Apparently some Superhuman hullabaloo or other was holding up traffic at the other end of the city and now half of Metropolis was backed up. And the longer they waited, the colder the trail got. John knew it and Maggie knew it but there didn't seem to be a damn thing they could do. Or, at least, a damn thing that J'ohn could do if Maggie kept on watching him.

If she were to look away for a few minutes, perhaps go off and smoke, he could scan the mind of the storeowner to get a better read on the perpetrator's appearance and mannerisms. Or he could go the direct route and try to track them by the trail of memories they would doubtless have left scattered across the city in which ever direction they made their escape. As the Martian Manhunter, there was much he could do to bring them to justice. As John Jones, he could only wait for the C.S.I.s to arrive and stop people traipsing all over the evidence. Humans, or perhaps just citizens of Metropolis, seemed to view the yellow police cordon as more of a suggestion than an order so John was guarding the crime scene's perimeter on the street, pacing the yellow taped area like a caged beast.

J'ohn was considering perhaps feeding Maggie a lie like "[color=limegreen]I've got a doctor's appointment[/color]" or "[color=limegreen]The captain wants me on another case[/color]" when he heard cheers and felt something shoot by overhead. He looked up, hoping to see a bird, a plane or something along those lines. Instead he saw a much less welcome sight, the unmistakable shape of the Asgardian 'deity', Thor, with some sort of metal man slung across one of his shoulders. He did not pause to acknowledge the many people below him screaming their support, adulation and congratulations, instead making a bee-line for the LexCorp building. As J'ohn cautiously reached out mentally to listen to the Thor's thoughts, he could feel the waves of frustration coming off of him. While Martians did not believe in any sort of pantheon or deity, J'ohn could not deny that the Norseman's mind was strange indeed and he would not have dared pry even if he felt he had a right. But he didn't need to do anything more than listen to hear what was foremost in his thoughts: [color=FFA500][b]Superman[/b][/color].

Fragments of the day's events lined themselves up in J'ohn's mind; a battle, a stone, a compromise... Without a second thought he shouted through the store's open door to Magge "[color=limegreen]I've got an appointment on another case![/color]" and took off at a run. He got around the corner, stepped into alleyway and allowed his form to twist into one more similar to his 'normal' appearance. Upon publicly becoming a superhero, J'ohn had decided that humans would react better to one of similar form to themselves and therefore crafted an appearance that struck a middle ground between an average Martian and a human. The public knew this face by the name Martian Manhunter.

He rose into the sky and carefully extended his mind across the city, searching for one very particular being though he wasn't hard to find. After all, there' only one Superman. It took J'ohn only a minute or so to locate and reach the man of steel, who he was dismayed to find seemed to be injured.

"[b][color=forestgreen]Superman, what ails you? I saw Thor flying away with a captive and picked up a mangled version of your trial's this day.[/color][/b]" he said, alighting on the rooftop next to his ally.