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As Marcus burned, his skin reactingly violently to the chemical, the Hooded Man just watched. He stood on a nearby roof watching the chaos he had helped create. Where there should have been an angel on his shoulder, there was nothing but a devil.

No remorse, no regrets, no sympathy. He had a job and he had done it at the cost of several lives. Some innocent, some not-so. The blaring alarms were like music to his ears, yet also a reminder that there was more to be done. He had more work to do in the next few weeks, this was just the beginning of the end.

He turned away from the chaos, walking away to get started on the next job.