There he was looking out over the city, thunder and lighening roaring in the background. He heard screaming from a nearby building, it sounded like there was a fight going on. The sound of a man and a woman arguing. He started thinking to himself. "That guy better not lay a hand on that woman or I'll put him in the ground."

He threw his jacket into the back seat of his car, and loosened his shirt, he knew he had to act fast if the worst case scenario was to happen. Freelancer cracked his knuckles, walking into the building in an aggresive pace, pushing some random guy out of the way as he hears a female voice scream. "Please don't hit me, please."  He kicks open the door, walking through the doorway, as the man turns around, he gets up to his feet. One could see the man was clearly drunk, his fists covered in bruises after having beaten on the poor woman. He took one step towards Freelancer before he took a swing, he managed to catch him on the nose. Freelancer grabbed ahold of the guy and started kneeing him to the body til he dropped to the floor, before he sat on top of him punching and saying angrily "Don't you ever lay your hands on a woman."

The guy laid there passed out and covered in blood. Freelancer stood up and helped the women to her feet. "Are you ok miss?" Before she could answer she fell down. He leaned down "wrap your arm around my neck." And lifted her up, carrying her out to his car.

Driving her to the closest hospital. He walked in and grabbed the first doctor he say. "Doc you gotta look at her man, she's been beaten up badly." The doctor looks worried. "Bring her in and we'll have a look at her."  Freelancer ran out to the car and carried the woman in and placed her on a hospital bed. A doctor came towards him. "You gotta wait out here." He sat down and waited, looking at the clock on the wall, every minute felt like hours, he wondered if she was ok, and if the guy he had laid a beating to was still alive.

A few hours passes and a doctor walks out to the waiting room, seeing Freelancer sitting there with his head in his hands sleeping. "Excuse me sir, she has woken up and everything is ok, just some bruised ribs and a blackeye."  Freelancer got up from the chair and followed the doctor into the room. The woman smiled as they entered. "My hero! you saved my life, he would have killed me if you hadn't rushed in." He looks relieved and takes off his hat. "I just did what any man with a good heart deep down would do." He reaches into his briefcase, and pulls out a large box, handing it to her. "I just remembered it's valentines day, I was supposed to deliver this to the Don up the road, but I'd rather give them to you." He smiles and walks out of the room, then exits the doctors office. Getting into his car and driving back to the headquarters to do some planning for the future.