What was he doing out here? Why did he act like it was fine to go on with the mask, and little else? Questions that ran through the mind of "The Cobalt Scarab," dressed in a navy blue suit and tie with black dress shirt and a cloak wrapped about him. There was a plate-like cobalt blue mask protected his facial features, while retaining two slits for a pair of dark eyes, a fedora found residence on his head. He eyed the door in front of him a moment, before putting forth a small device to the door handle: And in a flash of sparks, the lock was destroyed. Outside went The Scarab, as he pocketed the mysterious, highly advanced weapon known as the "Beetle Bolt". A gadget of his very own design. "Hey, whose you supposed t'be?!" The Scarab turned back around sharply and fired off the Beetle Bolt, as it fired off a shot. The blast had been non-lethal this time, and with but the sound of a mouse, making short work of the mafia man as The Scarab sprinted away, tucking a folder into his coat as his cloak trailed behind the man, creating a sinister visage. Some distance away, The Scarab settled down by a spot where he had hidden off a jet black sedan, shifting his sight from left to right before going to the trunk to put the intel he'd stolen off into a miniature safe he kept in his vehicle. Like the Lone Ranger of the Wild West, this was a man who had taken on a mask and chose to act above the law. One could say he was... A Concerned Citizen.