It was nice to see himself in a major news story, even if he wasn't mentioned by name. The gossip of the week was how several prominent figures in the crime world had been murdered, all believed to be due to the act of a single man. He smiled as the report speculated on the identity of the 'mysterious vigilante'. Mr. Nice was many things but he was no vigilante. He was on no crusade to save humanity from the scum of the Earth. There was no thirst for revenge or a need to see justice done. Mr. Nice killed simply because he enjoyed it. The fact that he got paid to do it was merely the icing on the cake for him.<br/><br/>The Tram came to a stop and the doors had barely opened when his mark entered and hurried past him, followed by a man with a distinctive neck tattoo. Mr Nice would have immediately intercepted the girl's assailant it it wasn't for his two friends watching from the other end of the cab. Summoning all the patience he had he lurched forward, clutched his stomach and made a groaning sound. He got up and slowly made his way to the other end of the car, above which a sign marked the way to the toilet.<br/><br/>As soon as he was through the door and sure that the other two goons couldn't see him, he picked up pace, drawing a small pistol from his breast pocket. He hurried toward the disused car, reaching the door he opened it carefully. Although dark, the thermal imaging lens fitted in his right pupil revealed a small figure hiding under one of the seats, and another figure making his way up the isle, searching from left to right.<br/><br/>In one heartbeat Mr. Nice produced a silencer and quickly screwed it to the muzzle of the pistol. In the second he aimed the pistol at the man's head and fired off two shots in quick succession.