Jack Lombardi, or rather Vice, was swinging through New York, taking his time with his most recent prey. "Jakob Rollins." He hissed. "Thirty-two. Worker for the mob. Third generation. It's too bad you won't be able to continue your work. You make wonderful car bombs."

Jakob was sprinting through the streets and alleyways, led on by the false hop that he could actually escape. Turning back, he fired six shots out of his pistol at Vice, the bullets missing entirely as the so called hero twirled easily out of their path. Deciding he was done playing games with him, Vice swooped down like a bird of prey, tackling the mobster and skidding the alley on him. 

Vice looked him over and took the money from Jakob's pockets, then stopped as he inspected the gun. "We remember this gun. You used it to kill that old lady next to the Queensborough Bridge. That was different. They begged me to let you rot in jail, but this time you'll never be found. We won't let them buy your freedom." He absorbed the gun, hiding it away like he does everything else in that strange weightless pocket that is the symbiote. Suddenly, tendrils shot out around the monster as he began screaming in fear and pleading for his life. Vice didn't seem to hear him as he dragged him within, consuming the man whole and leaving no trail. Vice hissed in satisfaction as he felt the life be absorbed into himself, feeling the energy course through their being.

Leaping into the air and moving between buildings, Vice slipped into his more costumed appearance, swinging through the air and gliding between the everlasting buildings of New York. He remembered the address he was supposed to reach, and knew he wasn't exactly on time.

But criminals don't punish themselves.

Arriving to the building, he landed in the nearby alleyway and allowed himself to appear in his usual outfit of a white and red trimmed hoodie, dark blue to black jeans, and some basketball shoes. Jack walked in with a smile, seeing everyone 'crowding' in and made his way to a spot where he was close enough to them. He chose to remain silent and await everyone rather than talk. They probably didn't want him here anyway. But he knew he had the right to be.

After all, I'm a hero. Right?