Of all the enemies that The Fixer made, none of them know him by name, only by his alias;
Bill Weddings.
He was the man that captains of industry and union bosses alike called upon to do precise work. He would change documents, change memories, even change the face of business.
If you stole the design for a new textile machine, Bill Weddings stole it back. If you stole the heart and jewelry of a bereaved widow, Bill Weddings stole everything. If you stole from one of his friends, you wound up penniless, imprisoned, and hunted by the unsavory element.
He was a man of talent and skill, yet all men have their imperfections. It is the flaw of the species, in that each one is flawed. So when we look at even extra-ordinary specimens of humanity, we must understand the points where their power failed.