Reaching the storage room Velocity turned to see that Thane and Audio had caught up with him, well looked like he wasn't alone. He was confronted with a slender woman stuck in some strange outfit. As Audio and Krystaal flirted Victor just stood silently breathing heavily to vent his frustration at not being able to punch anything, he wasn't in any form a meathead, in fact he was surprisingly well read yet his anarchist ways and fury from being locked away had gotten the better of him.
Grunting as walked past the others he stormed into the armory ripping a wooden crate open with his bare hands, several metal masks clattered to the floor, he placed them into a backpack stocked in the room and slung it over his shoulders. Reaching a crate of weapons he rooted past several whips and RPGs before finally reaching his trademark knuckle dusters. "Jackpot." The weapons were a cold grey colour with spire-like spikes on each knuckle. Slipping them on he left the armory without a word to his companions.At the start of the day he had spoken to Cheshire and he was damn sure he'd speak to her again by the evening.
Storming through the prison he eventually found the cell that held Cheshire Cat. The room was oddly sterile the blood dripping from Victor's body corrupting the ambiance of the room. Destroying the machine sedating Natalia, Victor smiled "What's new pussy-cat?" As the woman was coming around Victor walked out of the room only to return carrying the guard that had visited the cell that very morning. "Saved this one for you." Victor smiled the guard whimpering with fear.