Darkness descended into the office of Brigitte Eisenburg through the exposed windows over looking the city below. The moon sat on it's high perch in the night time sky. Upon the black canvas of the nighttime sky were bright stars sprinkled across its surface. Outside the colossus skyscraper ,belonging to Eisenburg Co., the cacophony of car motors roaring and police sirens blaring gave this metropolis its distinct flavor. A den of sin dirtied from the filth of criminals wiping their crimes off their hands. Corrupt politicians on campaigns trails wrought by deception that no amount of subterfuge could detect. A dark world that the devil himself no doubt had a great influence on. Blacken souls not willing to to change their ways for the better good. Selfishness was a gang that roamed the streets, keeping the dollar that could improve their fellow man's life. Where greed is common place and lust its unlawful wedded bride. The nightmares of children manifested as images dancing across the eyes of strangers. By its citizens, this metropolis is called Santa Diablo. On a map it's called Santa Amado. Brigitte looked at her reflection in the window. The city needed heroes, a group of willing individuals to bypass the piety inherit sinful flesh they were composed of. To be able to see past themselves and stare into the hearts of those harmed. To be able to look into the eyes of the innocent people of this city and be more than willing to say, "I'm here to help and I mean that." To get over the fear that immobilize good deeds to be done. Heroes that would do good for the sake of doing good. To be a good person, actually just to be a better person takes a serious amount of effort and commitment. Those who answer that call were who Brigitte was looking for. Brigitte turned her gaze from the window while rubbing her eyes. It was the late hours now and the toll for sleep was alluring. Yawning slightly, the tall brunette took a hold of her plain white coffee mug and took the last sip of coffee left in it. A little frown spread across her face. Her assistant, Melody, already took the night off so she couldn't call her into her office and ask her to pour some freshly brew coffee into her mug. She gently placed her empty mug onto her oak finished desk and decided to look over her files once more. She retrieved what appeared to be a pair of regular sunglasses from her white stripped black pantsuit breast pocket. Once she put them on, her entire office became a piece of the grand canyon; the desk and herself being the only things out of place. "Hello Miss Eisenburg, how may I be of assistance?" asked a voice between machine and woman. "Good evening Ali, if you won't mind bringing up the files of the Justice Consortium." In no time a vanilla colored folder appeared in front of Brigitte. With a wave her hand, the folder opened and spread its contents out in front of her; suspended in the air. She took a hold of one file named Elegant Emerald and dragged it down on to her desk. "Elegant Emerald: Real Name- Presently Unknown; Occupation-. . ." The sound of her office door opening, altered Brigitte that her guest had arrived. She clapped her hands, closing down the program. Gently, she removed the sunglasses and carefully placed them back into her breast pocket. In came her little sister, Jesse, yelling Hi multiple times and due to her feline human hybrid body, jumped over Brigitte's desk. Reflexively, Brigitte reached out her arms to catch her foul smelling little sister, causing her chair to be pushed back a few from her desk. "I thought you were asleep Jesse." said Brigitte smiling sweetly at the only family she had left in the world.