The White Cat stood there in a alleyway. There were about 3 to 5 other guys there. He was on a Drug Bust, catching them trying to smuggle in Cocaine and Marijuana. He was just setting the record straight by beating the crap out of them. The White Cat, or better known as his secret identity, Vincent Roads. Vincent was a regular guy who worked at a Subway restaurant. His side job, which consisted of wearing a White Cat mask that hid his entire face. He even had a long white cat tail hanging from the back of his belt.<br/><br/>"Come on Pussy Cat! Is that all you got!" slurred one guy who looked to have taken the most beatings. Vincent did not hesitate to give the guy a roundhouse kick to the head, knocking him sideways onto the ground. The other guys looked beat up too. He calmly leaned against a wall, dialing 911 on his cell phone to alert the police of the illegal drug smuggling. His voice, was hidden by a Voice Changer, masking his actual voice. He prefered not to be notified who he was, as good deeds should not be titled under a person to give glory and respect to. He was just doing the city a favor. Like as said, a regular guy. Course he had been doing this for 6 years, so he was smart to know about these types of things.<br/><br/>The police knew who White Cat was, and always kept it a secret to the public. He wasn't a cop, or a detective. In fact, Vincent hated to be labeled. He felt that being labeled like that made him the same as everyone else. Instead, he wanted to stand out, but not be noticed. When the cops did arrive, Vincent calmly climbed the cement wall in the alleyway and walked acrossed it with his hands in his pockets. He didn't know that he was being watched though.