[center][h1][color=ed1c24]The Puppeteer[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][@CavnderOHeart][/center]
	"[color=ed1c24]Of course it's not random.[/color]" Reid said, a slightly condescending edge creeping into his voice. "[color=ed1c24]However, there's always the possibility that you're overthinking it. It could simply be a relative of an inmate, or even a former inmate, who wanted to get someone out of the jail.[/color]" Reid holstered his gun. "[color=ed1c24]Now, we should get out of here. It looks like we're starting to draw attention.[/color]" Reid pointed to a White Cape creeping towards him. Reid reached out to the hero's mind, taking control easily. "[color=ed1c24][i]Ah. How weak minded this one is.[/i][/color]" He walked over to his original body, taking the handgun out of the holster. He grabbed the gun, aiming at his head and pulling the trigger just as he went back to his original body. "[color=ed1c24]Now,[/color]" Reid said, back in his body. "[color=ed1c24]Do you have a hideout in mind?[/color]"