The cold frosty air of the Detroit Winter was settling in on the city. People were getting used to it but one thing they weren't used to were the Night Gliders. The Night Gliders were a group of young people mostly teenagers who would navigate the cities rooftops. It was only a week ago when the city first found out about them. But the Night Gliders have been there for years. A week ago a boy by the name of Justin Ramirez was found with a broken leg and a concussion in an alleyway in between two fairly large buildings. When asked how he'd got there and how he had gotten the injuries Justin looked around and then frantically whispered: "I'm a night glider and we are free runners who have...." Justin was then struck in the neck with a small poison dart out of nowhere. The police,startled, searched around for evidence, none, all except for a note reading simply: "Leave,NOW" It had nothing else and,not taking it seriously, the cops continued. One by one they started to disappear until only a frightened reporter remained. A dark object approached the reporter. It didn't seem friendly or hostile just,serious. "Go, tell everyone about what had happened here. And tell them the Night Gliders will come again." And with that it was gone right out of mid air or so it seemed. Hello my name is Francis A. Henry and I am the reporter on scene that day and I believe in the Night Gliders..do you?