Officer Murdock said, as he unfurled a map in front of Team One. “No shit, Sherlock,” Ron muttered. He hadn't enjoyed the flight at all and made it clear to anyone listening. “I’m glad to see that New York’s Finest are still on the case...” “Pay attention,” Murdock snapped. At least he didn’t seem intimidated by the operators, but then New York was crammed with superhumans. “There are four major gangs in New York; all of them have ties to operations in Hell’s Kitchen.” He pointed to the first part of the map. “Everything keeps changing, so we’re not entirely sure which part of the territory belongs to which gang on a daily basis, but this is the best we have,” he said. “First up is Los Gringos. Despite the name, they’re mainly a Hispanic gang with ties to drug smuggling chains leading all the way to Mexico; we’ve put a number of junior druggies in jail, but the DA has been dragging his feet on measures intended to round up the senior leadership. “Second, we have Fuck This Shit, or FTS for short,”
