Ves stood in the middle of a scene of utter destruction, his anger slowly fading as he looked around and realised he had nothing left to smash against something else.
As the anger left him it was replaced with a sense of betrayal and abandonment. He couldn't believe that everything had turned out so badly and so fast. He could understand Ransack setting him up, hell he admired that, it was devious and under-handed, just what you'd expect from a Villain, but to find out he was working with someone he'd called a friend all along, was outrageous.
And to make matters worse it seemed that Ransack had been able to twist the records of events just enough to have people doubting his loyalties. Well screw the lot of 'em, after everything they'd been through together they should know him better than that, but no, all it's taken is one deluded little thug to destroy everything.
Ves started to change into his city gear, he needed to see Red Saint, it was time to set the record straight. After that, he didn't care any more, but he wasn't going to be sticking around if he wasn't trusted any more. They'd realise he was telling the truth eventually, but he had the feeling it would be too late by that point.
A figure sat in the shadows nearby, wearing a wide grin.
At last it was all coming together, better than expected too. A shame about Veskit, he could have been more useful, but the choice was his in the end. At least it wouldn't be for much longer, the game was coming to a close.
After returning to the City, Ves noticed that the Red Saints comm link was active, sending him a quick message they arranged to meet up at Pocket D for a talk.
Once there Saint seemed conviced that someone was trying to tear the Alliance apart from within, turning the members not so much against each other, but into solitary targets, making it easier to get at each one.
Ves wasn't overly interested anymore, still angry that a villain, and Ransack in perticular, had managed to spread doubt about him throughout the ranks, causing those closest to him to look at him like some kind of common criminal. He'd come here for one reason alone today, and with great sadness he did what he had to do. "I'm leaving the Alliance, you don't trust me, so i want nothing to do with it anymore." it was a simple message, and with that he removed his communicator, placed it on the bar, and made to walk out, Saint asked him to wait a moment, and handed him a key to an empty apartment, "Just in case"