Night watch. This is what the old man had "assigned" him to do. The man who came crashing through the door was obscenely large, about three inches over the six foot mark. He had the muscles to match, which pulsed with power, as one combat glove hand clenched a great hammer. He wore these gloves and similar black combat boots which didn't match the khaki shorts and sleeveless white shirt. In his other hand, was an SMG designed for a hail of bullets rather than power. He raised it, aiming for the shotgun man's elbow and firing before he trained it at the man drawing his weapon. His voice boomed in the store, in the silent air. "Stand down, criminals! You have chosen your path, and must accept the consequences!"