The Owlman turned slowly to the boy who had walked up, while the guy at the desk just smiled. "Well speak of the devil and he appears. You been getting settled in ok?" He asked. The Owlman, meanwhile, had started reaching into his jacket pocket only for the reseptionist to put a mand on his arm. "You try talking to him and you'll be here all day. You're already late, ya know? Cedric wants you up there now."

The Owlman puts both hands on his desk and just stares at the man, then looks at Ann.  "Dude she'll be fine without you for the duration of a meeting." The man says as the Owlman turns back to him. No words seem to be exchanged, but then the man says, "You're being unreasonable. Look I just....would you just.... gah!" He turns to Ann and says, sweet as he can, "Hi, I'm Max," before turning back to him. "There, now she knows me too. Oh, okay, you know what? I helped you skip once and you know who caught shit for that? Hint: it was't you. So you go up now or I'm gonna tell them how we met. You think I won't? All right, it was dark, snowy, and both of us were naked..."

Whatever half of that argument The Owlman had been making, this threat caused him to relent. He held his hands up, palms out, in supplication before slowly patting Ann twice on the arm before turning to make his way toward the elevators. As he passed the new kid, Jackson he'd said his name was, he did not waste a perfect opportunity to tip his hat. Max sighed as he watched him go. "I love that guy, but god can he be so stubborn. Soooo, he said your name was Casper and he thinks you might need something to eat and a roof over your head."

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So that was what had happened to Velocity. Honestly, most of the stuff about assassination and pretext had gone over his head. He disagreed with the assassination, but that was mostly the gut reaction that assassinations weren't something that superheros were supposed to be involved with. It just didn't sit right with him, and honestly the moment he was asked to carry out some government wet work was the moment he went back to the woods. He would much rather Syria understood that whoever killed a superhero deserved a good beating and allow investigation without politics getting involved.

The Underground though, that interested him. He'd spoken to a few self proclaimed undergrounders through email, and to a man he hadn't liked any of them. They had nothing but high praise for what he was doing to raise acceptance for monsterouse meta, but they typically had completely misunderstood that he was doing it so they could live normal human lives. Because they were human, human as anyone who was born with a club foot or an extra arm. Undergrounders had bought into this idea that they were something other than human, and that scared him because he saw some of that even in the council.

He reached out to his special keyboard, hooked up to a voice synthesizer, and as he slowly typed and electronic voice sounded in the room.

"does this mean we know where the undergrounds base of operations is located. who is this surroget. more details."