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Well, things seemed to be wrapping up now. He felt the boy in his grip turn into a boulder, but didn't pay him much attention any more. His job, like the job of all the villains, was done. Dean's raven skimmed past the boulder and landed on his shoulder, and as he saw the pro heroes begin to fill up the room, he decided to make a hasty exit - and as he heard Noxious' voice coming over his comms, then that sealed his decision to leave. He took one last look at the rock, before his birds all stopped moving, sitting on the floor silently, looking around seemingly aimlessly. Dean took a moment to look over the corpses of all the avian soldiers which had fallen in combat, almost with a twinge of sadness. But what must be done, must be done, and what must be done will always have a few casualties along the, especially in a task such as this. 

But as Dean stepped back through the entrance he came from, and picked up space into a brisk jog, the calm ended, and the swarm followed behind him providing a sense of cover just in case he was followed. He did think that he might have heard someone beyond the mass running after him, but that sound soon subsided, and Dean snuck out of the facility through the way he came in. A job well done - they had done everything they came here to do, even with the unwelcome addition of a few petulant students. When Dean had gone far enough, he released all his soldiers from their service, and he watched as they all flew in their directions. It would be a few hours still before Dean got home, feeling somewhat fatigued - but certainly not as much as he imagined the heroes must be feeling. He put his raven back in with the rest, and then the day was done. 

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Dean had woken up thoroughly quite bored, and certainly not in the mood for any villainous activity. So, today, he would simply be a normal civilian, doing normal civilian things. No mask or business suit today. First he went out for lunch, and then he noticed he was passing by the San Francisco zoo, and decided to take a quick visit. As much as Dean despised his parents, he did have some fond memories here, making birds do silly things to amuse the kids who were watching, or scare them - whichever got the best reaction. Paying for his ticket and walking in, it was obvious where Dean would go - the tropical aviary. It was nice to escape from the world of criminality every now and again, and Dean probably preferred the company of birds, anyway. 

Without his villain costume, the only thing that stood out about Dean now was his height. It was always weird to just be a normal person. He admired the birds, and then glanced over at a young boy trying to get the attention of a parrot who wasn't interested. Soon enough the parrot hopped over and squawked at the boy, with a little help from Dean of course. Well, that was his nice act for the day, and Dean moved on, past animals that didn't interest him much at all. He then reached some cassowaries. That was pretty cool. If he had an army of those at his disposal, he could certainly do much more damage than scratches - the foot of a cassowary could kill in one kick if aimed in the right area. Maybe he should come here one time - at night - and break some of the more dangerous birds out for later use. He could pitch that to the League, maybe, and he made a mental note of it, as he continued watching the cassowaries do their thing - pecking the floor and walking around, mainly.