Panic in the Streets (Open to Street Types)
With the giant citadel that had appeared in Central Park and the vast majority of the city's super-heroes fighting against the being protecting it, it had left the streets largely watched.  Already, many fires had been set and looting was running rampant.

Abigail did not consider herself a super-hero by any means.  She was a private eye and sometimes bounty hunter who occasionally did things that could be considered vigilantism.  But her father had instilled in her a belief in the power of law and order.  And the power of civilization.  Out in the barely tamed west, people had to be able to rely on each other as a community, keep common decency, or fall into chaos.

This wasn't any of that.

She stopped in front of an electronics store, where three man were trying to juggle various high end and high priced devices.  Her hat was low over her face, obscuring it slightly, and her colts were in her holsters.

"I'd put those back if I were you," she said.

"You gonna make us?" one demanded.

"I reckon I might," she replied.

They found this funny.

Her guns had cleared the holsters and bullets had just missed taking their heads off before they could blink.  "Want to reconsider? she offered.