He's just gotten done with a fight with some of the other heros, beating them relatively easily. The government stopped recruiting actually good people to be hero's a while ago, and their training was below minimal. He glowers down at their unconscious bodies. They attacked him with no reason, other than that he was on the "opposite side". He didn't mind kicking their asses, but it got annoying. He couldn't even go out without being Targeted, even if he wasn't planning anything that day. He looks up as he hears familiar footsteps. He puts a cold smile on his face. The only one that was actually strong enough to keep him on his toes.

"Ah..well. I was wondering where you were. Your comrades didn't seem to be very well off without you."