As Anon was chatting with Mist, his phone went off. What he heard made him frown a bit under his mask, something he rarely did. He rarely liked showing emotion, but he was mad. Less so because of the chance of him getting found and imprisoned, but more so because the damn police and Heroes decided they could waltz on in and steal his job. No, this wasn't something he'd let happen. He went to his texts and texted all his fellow Mercs that he had contact info with, which was quite a bit, this: [i]'What's your thoughts on the situation?'[/i] a simple question, but he'd never be able to bust the leader out on his own. He'd need the other Mercs to help.