Ultratech CEO Vincent Diablo strolled into his massive office, obviously late. It helps that when you're the CEO of such a massive company, you have the freedom to do whatever. Vincent looked quite…odd.

He was a staggering 6'9, with the build of a football player, despite him hating sports. His skin was a deep tan, with black, straightened hair, tied into a small ponytail at the end. His eyes were narrowed, and sinister, and he had a goatee as well. He wore a spotless black suit, with a neat dress shirt underneath, as well as black dress shoes, and a gold ring. Vincent was egotistical, semi-psychotic, and hard to anger…or at least hard to visibly anger. Perfect for Ultratech's CEO and basic leader.

"Diana, how's the current supply trade going?" He asked, as he pressed the talk button on his personal PA system, sitting down in his comfortable tiger skin chair as he looked at the documents on his desk regarding the current businesses wanting support from Ultratech.

"Mr. Diablo, the gangs are all mindlessly fighting over territory once more; nothing we should worry about."

"Call up a few Hitmen please. I really don't feel like dirtying my hands with this one. What else?"

"We've intercepted police reports about some kind of mutant running around the city, killing our gang members-"

"Mu gang members Diana. Regardless, what kind of mutant has an alibi? Hmm…send a mercenary or to watch my drug trades. It's obvious that something or someone is trying to fuck with us."

"How can you be sure sir?"

"Those dumbshits who oppose me have been trying for years; they know that fucking with my drug trades gets their family killed right in front of them. Plus, a mutant is doing this, and I've watched the news Diana; this isn't the first time this has happened. It's organized; they're going in a pattern."

Mr. Diablo ended the call before Diana offered her query about this. He needed to remind himself to fire her. Regardless, he hoped this wasn't related to the incident that had occurred a few years ago…

Riptor stood atop a tall building, looking over the city. He looked at the humans, and asked himself something. How could they endure ignorant bliss; knowing they could die at any minute? It wasn't right. They were so…foolish. His mind stopped wandering, when he smelt the unmistakable musk of burley men with weapons. Looking in that direction, Riptor kicked off once with his powerful legs, as he leapt onto another building. He smelt something off this time. These men weren't normal thugs, and there was something else there…and it smelt deadly. Narrowing his serpentine eyes, Riptor knew this would put him one step closer to Ultratech's demise, and soon his retribution.