The dark shrouded figure placed his hand on the vault door. Closing his eyes, he felt every gear and spring in the mechanism. He paused, remembering a time when he had been a hero. When he had fought against what he had become. He banished that thought and continued with his work. The people he had dedicated his life to protect had repaid him with alienation, calling him a monster, freak, and mutant. They were fools. Now it was time to get what he deserved!
Suddenly there was a tremendous crash as glass flew across the room. The figure that stood in the shattered remains of the window was his old friend, whom he betrayed and left for dead. The only one who could spoil the criminal's plan.
The newcomer smiled, brushing glass shards off his cape.