sinanju

I've served on a Grand Jury. Once, for an an afternoon. It was for a small county in rural Virginia when I was about 20, so a long time ago. In theory we were on call for a month, but in practice, we spent one day at it during our term of service. We the jurors sat in a room in the courthouse and prosecutors and cops would enter, tell us who the defendant was, what crime he/she was being charged with, and what evidence they had to support the charge. They did not present any exculpatory evidence, only the evidence for the prosecution. Our job was to decide whether they had enough evidence of the defendant's guilt to warrant a trial.
 
They say that a competent prosecutor can get a grand jury to indict a ham sandwich. In my experience, that's true. We okayed every case brought to us (everything from passing bad checks to one murder). And why not? They had a convincing case for guilt (at least in the absence of any defense); presumably, if they didn't think they had enough evidence to convince us, they'd have waited to find more and presented it to another grand jury later on. If they had fabricated evidence or the cops perjured themselves, would we have known? No--but that's why all we can do is okay a trial. The defense would be able to make those arguments in the actual trial later on.
 
This is why I have no doubt that the presecutor in the Ferguson case deliberately sabotaged his own case against Officer Wilson. He didn't want to prosecute but wasn't man enough to make that decision himself and stand by it in the face of public anger, so he used the grand jury process to engineer the same result while retaining barely-plausible deniability.

I'm with Lord Mhoran and Hermit--I like that her mad hacking skillz are just that: mad skillz. Not the result of some superhuman talent. (Not that I don't object to the 21st century equivalent of "A wizard did it" as the result of hacking efforts...but Agents of Shield is hardly alone in treating hacking like 21st century magic.)

I actually like it the way we got. She's a super hacker because she has Mad Skillz, the powers.. .eh they're just extra.

Not really. No more so (or little more so) than an average citizen. If you reasonably* believe your life is in imminent danger, you have the right to use lethal force to protect yourself. EVEN IF YOU'RE WRONG, if your belief was reasonable, you haven't committed a crime. (You've probably committed a tort and can be sued into bankruptcy...but not a crime.) The issue is that many people, including myself, believe that too many cops have *unreasonable* perception of danger and are way too quick to shoot or use other levels of force than are called for.
 
A friend of mine who is a former cop and professional instructor in self-defense and rules of force, often said that the 3 primary rules for cops on the job are:
1. Come home alive at the end of your shift.
2. Do your job.
3. Don't get sued.
 
He also freely admitted that there were way too many cops for whom rule two was last on their list of priorities, if not completely dispensible. These last are at best a drag on the department, dead weight that everyone else has to carry. At worst, they're not only fearful, they're bullies.

I believe they should do the MightyGodKing version and remain as faithful to the source material as possible.

Re: Missing
 

 
Hmmm....that gives me a mental picture.
 
Captain Amazing turned at the faint noise and saw a man watching him. A man in a business suit. (Not now,) Captain Amazing thought. (Not when I've finally tracked Mr. Blister to his next victim's home!) Half a block away, typical rush hour traffic moved in stops and starts, horns occasionally blaring.
 
"This is no place for you, citizen!" Captain Amazing began.
 
"I have something for you," the man interrupted.
 
"What?"
 
"I have a subpoena for you," the man said, holding up the briefcase he was carrying in one hand. "I'm a process server from Ingolf & Devore Insurance Company. Are you going to accept service, or do we have to bring the press into this?"
 
Captain Amazing sighed gustily, annoyed and not bothering to hide it. "Very well. Let's have it--then you really need to go."
 
"Certainly, sir." The process server set his briefcase on top of a closed dumpster, unlatched it and flipped it open. Golden light played across his features, and across the features of Captain Amazing, who gasped as if he'd been knifed in the belly.
 
"Unobtainium!" Captain Amazing whispered. Sweat sprang out on his face and his color faded. "You've got Unob...tainium in...your...." His legs went wobbly and he collapsed, only semi-conscious at the feet of the process server.
 
"That's right," the man said cheerfully. He picked up a couple of walnet-sized chunks of the extremely rare precious metal and knelt at Captain Amazing's side. "It was damnably expensive to get--especially this much of the stuff. But the accountants assure me that it will pay for itself in the long term."
 
He shrugged. "Not that I really care. I'm just the messenger. And the message, Captain Amazing," he said with a sudden snarl, "is don't...****...with Ingolf & Devore!"
 
Captain Amazing wasn't listening, of course. Even if he wasn't unconscious, he was too wrapped up in the agonizing pain that Unobtainium caused him. The process server pulled a silenced pistol from the briefcase and carefully applied the International Mozambique Pattern to his victim--two to the chest, one to the head. Captain Amazing didn't even twitch after the second shot.
 
But the process server was nothing if not thorough. He dropped the pistol back in the case, then drew out a pair of rubber surgical gloves and a knife from the briefcase. He pulled the gloves on. Two quick cuts thru the fabric of Captain Amazing's costume--as well as his no-longer-invulnerable flesh--and there was plenty of room to push the two chunks of Unobtainium deep into Captain Amazing's torso, nestled amongst his vital organs.
 
Pulling the gloves off with a rubbery snap, the "process server" tossed all his tools back into the briefcase, closed it and walked away. A block away he thumbed a switch to activate the time-delayed thermite bomb inside the case and dropped it into another dumpster.
 
...and now you know what Samuel Jackson and John Travolta were carrying around in that briefcase in Pulp Fiction.
 
As for the actual topic of the thread--I think images of battle-torn WWII Europe give us a good idea of what it would really be like if humans capable of throwing that kind of energy (or those sorts of punches) regularly did battle in the streets.