Victor loved his job more often then not, but there were always those rare off days that made him consider taking up pottery or something similar. Enforcement, assassination, and protection were his stock and trade. Yet working with criminals tended to ensure that most of his clients, or at least those in their employment, were idiots...and this group was no exception.
The man in the black suit just sighed as he watched his employer's men open fire on the man with the scar. It was bad enough that their boss insisted that his gang tag along while Victor delivered a package, but the fact that the gang was dressed like leprechauns just irked him. The unexpected arrival of Kal-El put a hitch in his plans, yet Victor wasn't truly concerned. The one bright side to being a freelancer like himself meant that he worked with all sorts of criminals and gangs. So for now he simply waited patiently to see how this all unfolded, but refused to lift a finger to come to the aid of the green clothed dumbasses.