Marcus was aroused from his thoughts by a large man coming into the bar. The man’s image, frontlighted in the doorway, triggered an immediate reference to the photo in his hand. He pocketed the photo and finished his beer. The man was definitely his target, and definitely a sexual predator--all the evidence was in. And he’d reached a decision. Yes! It was time to introduce Frank Summers to the Vigilante Virus! The crudely fashioned hypodermic needle felt large in his hand as he readied the weapon. He rose to his feet, apparently unsteady, even staggering, and moved toward his mark.