[center][color=0072bc][b]Mr Brown[/b][/color][/center]

A Job is a job is a job. Sometimes they pay better than others, sometimes they are more legitimate than others, as one might say. Sometimes the jobs are dull, and sometimes, just some times, the Jobs lead to something more interesting. The was how Mr Brown came by his invitation, whilst investigating for another job he caught wind of a certain gathering at a certain place where interested parties should meet in a certain library. A masquerade, even, how perfect for him. Mr Brown would have no idea that he was to be summoned to the event, and nobody would know that he wasn't him. 

[right][i]How perfect indeed.[/i][/right] 

The day of the event Mr Brown received and urgent missive that would keep him otherwise occupied chasing false leads allowing for our Mr Brown to easily make his way to the birthday ball. As he turned the final corner before the mansion he slipped on his plain checkerboard mask, obscuring his face, his trusty hat, freshly cleaned for the event, remained atop his head, keeping his shoulder length hair in check. He held up the invite and nodded at the doorman, who barely gave him a glance. He made his way into the party hall unannounced and silently, confidently made his way through the bored and dull hall. He knew of the host, of course. It wasn't the first time he had made his way into the halls of Supreme Commander. The girl, too, he knew of, but had little no no interest in. Wasn't worth looking at her, anyway. He made no attempt at sliding up to make his acquaintances or give his thanks for the invitation or his congratulations for surviving yet another year in such wealth and prosperity. Such things were so hollow in the first place, coming from his mouth the words would taste like ash and smell like vinegar.

[right][i]To the library then.[/i][/right]

He made his way to the entrance of the Library, unsure of what to expect he began focusing on his gift, "Don't Notice Me" he broadcast in a general suggestion to anyone near by as he slid his way through the door. Indeed the room was impressive, even to someone who wasn't impressed by the demonstrations of wealth. The woman at the door didn't seem to notice him enter, all the same he held up the invite as if to show her, paused momentarily as if they traded niceties and then he continued into the room were he must have been amongst the last to arrive, there was already quiet the crowd gathered here.

Now all he had to do was wait for the information and make his way back out the door and find a bidder for whatever secretes he would be able to plunder.

As Mr Brown listened to the information being presented he could tell that there was something to the story, but he didn't have anything that he could sell, not yet at least. All he knew at this point was what they didn't know.

[right][i]Going to have to stick it out a bit longer to get anything worth the effort... damn.[/i][/right]

The others started giving out names. Too many to remember. If he got a note from someone with clothing and food in the name he knew it would be from the group. He released the suggestion, unsure of how much good it was doing, he stepped out from his slightly obscured vantage point, "Phantom Mask, as it were." He smirked under his mask at how literal the name could be for him.

[right][i]As it were, Indeed...[/i][/right]