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The world blurred around Victor as he rocketed through Gotham city. Any other time he might have enjoyed the thrill of the ride as he drifted around corners and weavened in between traffic. But tonight Victor was on a mission, one he intended to finish to the very last man. 

Peeling around a corner Victor's eyes landed on a seemingly abandoned apartment complex, but the two armed thugs posted outside the front steps gave away the true nature of the building. Revving the engine Victor rocketed down the street, not bothering to hide his approach and the thugs whipped around to stare at the mechanical beast boring down on them. 

'Nex initiate ID tags and combat protocol.' In the next second two red x's appeared above the thugs' heads signaling both had prior arrests and felony charges, as they opened fire. 

Feeling the first few bullets ping off his armor without leaving a dent Victor smiled underneath his mask before hitting the emergency brake. The vehicle beneath him came to a screeching stop, but instead of grabbing on Victor let go, sending him flying through the air. 

Tucking in his limbs to control his flight Victor let Nex handle the minute adjustments. Feeling his body move on what felt like pure instinct Victor's uncontrolled ejection turned into a smooth aerial maneuver as he hit the ground in a roll dispersing the force of the impact before stopping in a kneeling position. 

In a flash Victor's hands shot down to his hips, drawing his dual pistols and firing of two quick shots. The loud bangs were followed by two thuds as the dealers collapsed each with a quarter sized hole in the middle of their foreheads. 

Standing up Victor ran up the front steps shoulder checking the door with enough force to blast it off its hinges. But the moment Victor stepped through his vision lit up with a muzzle flash, reacting before he even heard the gunshot Victor threw himself forward into a roll.

Springing back up Victor saw the flash of fear across his attacker's face as he stared into the featureless mask from only a few inches away, the automatic pistol in his hand momentarily forgotten. 

Striking in quick succession, Victor pistol whipped the man sending him stumbling backwards before backhanding him across the jaw. Moving on before the thug even hit the floor Victor strode towards the elevator before pressing his hand against the control panel and connecting to the rudimentary circuitry. 

Following the network of strands that were only visible to him Victor soon had access to the building's entire electrical grid and with a simple command he shut it down. 

The lights overhead flickered before turning off as the apartment lobby descended into darkness along with the rest of the building. 

[Police report intercepted estimated time of arrival…eight minutes forty seconds]

Not bothering to respond Victor broke out into a sprint running towards the building's main stairwell as he holstered his pistols and unslung the lever action rifle off his back. Busting through the door, the sound of Victor's heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs as he took them three at a time moving faster than anyone his size ever should. 

Above him there was a shout of alarm and Victor briefly glanced up to see several men lean over the railing to get a look at him, only for them to squint in the near pitch black lighting. 

Luckily Victor suffered no such problem as Nex tagged each gang member that came into view either with a red x or with a blue ring above their head. Bringing the rifle up to his shoulder Victor fired off three quick shots barely slowing his stride as he raced up the steps. Three x's disappeared from view a second later causing more unintelligible and panicked shouts to echo through the stairwell as the gang members blindly returned fire. 

While some of the shots came close to hitting him Victor wasn't worried, as he returned fire with uncanny precision until only those tagged with blue rings remained. 

As he crested the next set of stairs Victor heard someone roar on his left and he looked over to see one of dealers spring out of the shadows. It was a decent plan, using the darkness to his advantage in hopes of catching Victor off guard. Unfortunately the thug didn't think his plan through enough. Widening his stance Victor braced as the man crashed into him and bounced off with a hollow sounding thud as the back of his smacked against the ground. 

Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps Victor looked up to see three men charging at him, they had discarded their firearms in exchange for brutal looking knives and even a machete. 

Taking a single step Victor met them half -way. The first man lunged forward with a jab aiming for Victor's chest, where his armor was the thickets. Despite that he didn't let the strike land, batting the errant blade to the side with the butt of his rifle before shoulder checking the man sending him stumbling back into his friends. 

Before they could extract themselves from the tangle of limbs, Victor whipped the rifle around like a bat holding it by the barrel and striking the three men at once sending a shower of blood and teeth into the air. 

Stepping over the pile of bodies Victor marched on, there wasn't time for him to slow down, this was only the first stop of many, and as the six hands became more aware of him things would only prove more difficult. 

Eventually Victor reached the top floor and after clearing out the last of the gang members he reached the stash room, piled with money, cash, weapons, and drugs. 

Finding a duffle bag Victor filled it with cash before reaching into his tool belt and pulling out a small black canister. Twisting the two ends until he heard a click Victor threw the vial into the back of the room before running at a nearby window and vaulting over the side.

A second later the room behind him went up in flames and a series of loud pops as the thermite in the grenade ignited, cooking off the ammo inside and starting a chain reaction. Grabbing the window ledge Victor carefully climbed down to the alley below where his bike was already waiting. 

Climbing on Victor took off, the directions to the next stache house already funneling into his mind.