Phil, known to everyone but his family as Zephyrus, was robbing a bank. Why? It was a weekday, meaning his boys were off at highshool (Tommy) and college (Technoblade and Wilbur). He was bored, as there wasn't much Syndicate stuff to get done and no kids to annoy, so why not secure some more funds for the cause?

Well, that was what he told himself anyway. Really he just wanted to get a look at the new vigilante around town. 'New' was subjective in this case, because they'd actually been around for years, flying under the radar. Interesting.

Not many people interested him these days, as they were all bugs. Insignificant, didn't live as long as any of the hybrids who came from the End or Nether (which had both been closed off years ago. A shame, really. His boys could have used a visit to their relatives), and easily killable. But this one was different. Somehow they'd managed to hide from the authorities and from him for years. No-one hid from him.

They still weren't coming out. Hm. Smart of them, as he was much stronger. But he wanted to flush them out, so he grabbed a small fox hybrid child from the ground and held the kid up, pretending like he was about to kill the thing.

"Put down the child, Zephyrus," said a voice behind him. Bingo. He smirked, dropping the kid and turning to face the vigilante.