I Need a Hero- Shrek 2
V sat on the concrete ledge of a rather short grocery store building, overlooking the streets beneath him. Tonight would just be a night on the city, collecting information as it came and checking in on areas that would soon play a role on the stage of his vendetta.
A finger below crossed by, smoking a cigarette and generally searching for whomever he could victimize first. Every once in a while he would remove the butt from his mouth and rub his mustache.
A familiar looking man to V.
Wait…he had seen that face before.
Ah, one of Evey's fingers.
Revenge.
V jumped down from the ledge.
"Good Evening," he growled lowly.