Jacque sat out on his balcony with a turkey sandwich in hand as he watched the havoc being wrought on the city below. The criminal might not have been willing to admit it, but while he wasn't usually a fan of mindless chaos, it did make for a good show when one could sit on the sidelines and spectate without risk to themselves. The sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance, likely from people either fighting off the drones or capitalizing on the disorder and mayhem. The gas station down the street seemed to be particularly lively, as evidenced by the smoke clouds that billowed up from that direction.  After finishing his sandwich, Jacque stood up and brushed some crumbs from his clothing. "[b]I wonder if someone's got a live stream of what's happening up on the internet. I gotta check it out.[/b]" Jacque said to himself as he stepped inside, only to freeze and spit out a particularly colorful stream of profanity as the mentioning of the internet reminded him of his destroyed laptop. Jacque scratched the back of his head and sighed, "[b]Guess i'll go out and steal a new one while this crap is going down. Damn I don't wanna deal with this garbage. Ah well, at least I won't have to spend money.[/b]". Jacque went into his room and grabbed his bag, mask, a collapsible baton, and his handgun along with two magazines, then exited his flat once more, sparing a passing glance at Remi's cage just as the serpent finished swallowing it's meal.

As he rode the elevator down, Jacque slipped his weapons into his coat and put on his mask, donning once more his Orb weaver persona. Once the elevator hit the bottom floor and opened, Orb weaver smirked beneath his mask, "[b][color=fff200]Here's hoping those heroes are too busy to deal with lil' old me.[/color][/b]".