Vile sat on the uncomfortable bed of the Maverick Hunter's holding cell, groaning and staring at the bars of the door with a bored look. He was pissed that he was caught again, damn those Hunters. Damn X.

"I'm gonna make that guy's life hell, I don't care if I mess with the others to do it.." He grumbled under his breath, turning atop the stiff bed to face the wall, curled on his side.