Simon was reminded of the powerpuff girls as he walked amongst the friendly streets. His association with the Five whom guard this town like wardens was very pleasant. Simon understood the burden well, though he didn't have folk to protect beyond his own Cabal and a few Spirits near their territory. Colorado Springs was sort of Adopted by the Cabal.
With the effort to reduce crime so efficient, Simon suspected that the order was merely another name for the Operation. Simon could care less. Friendly was on his mind at the moment. Friendly had spared Simon pain, yet on his own word. Only actions could be judged, and in that Friendly did not harm Simon when there was the chance of it with the Hunt.
The Hunt. Simon's mind went back to the Inquisition of the past, and the persecution and blind hatred of those that practiced. Salem as one of the examples in America, but so many to choose from in History. It brought home how restrictive to him the concept of blind worship was. Arms crossed as he leaned against a wall, before sighing. Friendly. He needed to make sure Friendly was alright. Simon pushed off and kept looking.
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