[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]The Puppeteer[/color][/h1][/center]

	Reid pulled on his padded suit as the radio he used to find the police frequencies sounded next to him, continuing to detail the breakout that had occured. "[color=ed1c24]West end, huh? Should be quite the spectacle.[/color]" He strode through his apartment, grabbing his [url=http://www.yorkfirearms.com/image/cache/data/mess-of-pics/taurus%20pics/taurus-th9-1-TH9041-600x600.jpg]handgun[/url] and burlap mask off the table. Reid opened up his window, gazing at the city rooftops that lay before him. [i]Evil often lies in the most evil of places.[/i] He descended his fire escape, a nearby civilian gazing at the well-dressed man. Reid simply strode past him, hailing a taxi. Soon enough, one stopped. An older man greeted him as he entered the cab. "Where'll you be going?" Reid reached out to the man's mind, feeling himself slip into control of his frail body. He looked back at his real body, making sure it was safe. He always found the misted over quality his eyes took when he possessed somebody to be...fascinating. However, Reid forced his attention to the task at hand.

	The drive was pleasant enough, but it was lucky he arrived at the time he did. He could feel his grip on the man's mind slipping. Reid left the body, pulling on his mask and holstering his gun. He stepped out the door just as the old man came to. Of course, he wouldn't remember anything about Reid. That was one of the side effects of mind control. Reid assessed the situation. There were already multiple supers of both allegiances battling it out, and even some other grey capes. Reid took his pistol out of the holster and switched the safety off. "[color=ed1c24]Time to have some fun.[/color]"