Panopticon sat quietly, feet exactly one foot apart, staring at a blank wall in an empty room. He knew he could not have any distractions as he focused on the mission at hand. He looked coldly through the bank security footage and heard the commotion through the police radios. The situation had not yet escalated past manageable proportions, yet he felt there was more to be gained from this.

Panopticon reached out through the crowd of huddled hostages to a man with a bluetooth. Perfectly ordinary. No particularly powerful quirk.

His bluetooth crackled and shrieked with disorienting noise and feedback, knocking him off balance.

A short, brusque message played through the headsets of the Dark Tree officers. [color=7bcdc8]"When this one gets up, don't shoot. He's mine."[/color]

A voice came through, low and droning. [color=7bcdc8]"It is your obligation to fight the heroes. If you do, you will be a legend. Don't you want to be famous? Don't you want to be remembered when you die?"[/color] Compelling and consuming. So right.

So right.