Virgil sat on the roof of the Mall, watching through broken glass as people he never would have thought would harm a fly wrecked havoc on the stores within. Apparently the police had been ordered not to try to stop them as yet, but to wait for them to split up before they move in. He shook his head, knowing full well that this would be far from fun. Cloak had said that he would watch Virgil's back, but that he had to prove himself first, and then the shadow-man had warned him that he would be close.

"Better get this over with," he sighed, glancing at his watch. A little under ten minutes was all the time he had to prove himself. "I'm just the lucky one," he grumbled sarcastically, and threw his disk above the glass. Hopping on it, he carefully maneuvered through the jagged pieces, and stopped in front of the one person he never would have thought of as a criminal.

"Daisy?" he asked, coming to a stop just above her. She looked up, her silver eyes glinting. Since when did she have silver eyes anyway?

"Viper?" she asked, almost not believing, then her face broke into a smirk. "I thought you'd never come."

"Daisy, what are you doing?" he asked.

"I don't use that name anymore," she said, looking at him questioningly. "You came up with my name," she shook her head. "You do remember, right...Bullet?"

"No," he said, "I don't, and if you don't put those things back, you won't remember much either." She looked at him for a moment before her eyes narrowed into a glare.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "There ain't no way I will put these back," she growled. Virgil sighed, not really knowing what to think.

"Than I'm sorry," he said as he sent a nova burst at her. Her eyes widened and she stood there in shock for no more than a second, but it was the second she needed to dodge his attack. She screamed as she fell to the ground as it hit her, and she dropped the goods she had gathered, jewelry and other such items scattering everywhere.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Frieda shouted, running up behind him.

"Hoping I have enough for another shot," he whispered to himself, and sent another bolt at her. She hadn't seen him charging, and didn't have time to duck the blast he sent at her. The second friend he'd taken out literally melted to the ground, groaning in defeat and pan before she fell silent.

"Frieda!?" he yelped, afraid he had killed her. As his eyes remained focused on the puddle that used to be his friend, he wasn't watching his back. A sudden sharp pain in his arm brought him back to his surroundings, and looked down to see blood beginning to stain his torn sweater.

"Allie?" he asked the metal girl who jumped out at him.

"Meta Metal!" she growled, and threw more nails at him. Why did everybody have different funky names in this universe? He wondered before his life depended on him returning to the fight, seeing as he could no longer see. A tornado of light had appeared around him.

"Mirage!" he said, snapping his fingers, which sent some energy at the shards of metal that Allie was still throwing at him. That must have been the other girl he hadn't known when the Judge had been reading the names of the people he wasn't supposed to contact.

"Image!" the younger girl screamed. "What's wrong with you, Viper?"

"Nothing," he shrugged. "What about you?" He still couldn't see her, but he had to keep moving, or Nails...Meta Metal (what kind of a name is that? He asked himself) started hitting him, sending individual silver stakes at him. He could hear the nails rake through the air around him, but could barely see them. "Maybe," he said finally, "You should ask what's right with me!" He yelled, and gathered his power for one more shockwave, that should send both of them sprawling, and buy him some time.

"That's enough, Hero," he heard a voice say to him. The whirlpool of light around him stopped, and he no longer could hear the nails. When his eyes had cleared and adjusted to the seemingly dim light of the half-ruined mall, he saw several police officers around, most of them eyeing him suspiciously.

"What happened?" he asked. "I couldn't see." Cloak walked over to him.

"They weren't expecting me, so I took them down," he shrugged. "Firewall would have showed up soon though, and we could have handled them." Virgil nodded, and landed next to the shadowy figure.

"So that's all of them?" he asked as he watched the bang babies being carted away.

"Yep," Cloak nodded and looked around. "You kept your part of the deal," he said quietly. "So I'll keep mine. What kind of help do you need?"