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The Sharkman had asked Quinn a 'friendly' question. A simple how have you been. Well, the gesture was weird. They were villains bound by a common goal, not friends who entered summer camp. He had inquired about Jackie and asked her if they were to break out the chainsaw freak. Probably not, Quinn thought. She gave him a nonverbal shrug and lightly shook her head. Really, if Sharkman wanted to break her out, that was his prerogative. Quinn didn't feel like risking her life for Jackie, though. Muscle was, as always, a dime-a-dozen. A brainless brute was easy to get and use. Just point them in a direction which they can smash, then accept whatever happens. The others should have known this. Noxious, however, gave them their next job.

They were to bust out Sana. That was the next job, anyways. A simple prisoner transfer to be ruined by the gang with the assistance of fresh blood. Noxious herself wasn't coming, which meant that one of them would have to fill in the gaps. Someone would have to lead a group of... three plus the fresh blood. Between Dean, Ryan, and Quinn...

Well it wasn't going to be Ryan.

And with the (only temporary) losses of the chainsaw wielding freak and the burnin' bitch, their new allies had arrived. Whatever was Noxious recruitment technique, it worked. Really, had she not been a crime boss/supervillain/all-around baddie, then she would have made for an excellent recruiter. With them entering, Quinn silently judged them the same way that she silently judged her teammates.

First up to her proverbial chopping block was a woman that seemed to learn to walk at Jeffery Dunningham's school puppeteering. Her costume was... something. The best thing Quinn could say about it was that she had an idea of what she wanted: an aesthetic. While Corvus wore his suit, sharkman with his cringe inducing weebshit, and herself with reinforced punk aesthetic, the marionette had a black combat dress. Well, at least it had a little white on it. Showing up to bombings like you're dressed for goth prom night.

She had entered with a movie-like entrance. She employed the old trope of entering the scene with something perfectly timed to say. White vaudevillian as hell, it was also incredibly sad because Quinn could guess that she was just standing outside waiting for the perfect time to enter instead of actually being a normal person. Well, asking a bunch of villains to be normal was a bit of a high standard. Her name was Marionetta and... was a marionette.

Man, she could have at least entered with a gat or something. That would have made things interesting.

The second (and by extension, last) person to enter was a touch more interesting. He was high energy; wheezing and dying from running whatever distance, but still trying to make jokes. Well, Quinn liked his effort. At least he wasn't super serious to the point of being a bore, while not being silly enough to make Quinn want to disassociate with him. As far as his entrance was concerned: 4/10.

Which was pretty good, considering how the highest in the group was a 6.

Noxious, like a suburban soccer mom who drank enough wine and popped enough xannies to kill a horse, gave up on trying to speak to Wonderland. The plan was simple; helicopter like before, stop the convoy, get Animus, then get the hell out of dodge with a living flamethrower in tow. Pretty simple stuff; it was like taking candy from a division of police and prison guards devoted solely to preventing extremely dangerous criminals from escaping.

What was interesting was that Quinn was the leader. Bestowed upon her was the title of team leader. It was her job to make sure that their motley band of misfits and sociopaths would complete the mission. Well, now wasn't the place to waste time. They had to yeet into a helicopter and stop the transport. Well, quick introduction time and planning. She could go over the specifics in the helicopter ride.

[color=#65a0f0]"Well: Corvus, Sharkman, Anarchy Red,"[/color] she said as she pointed to the names she had said, [color=#65a0f0]"together we form Animal Planet. Don't ever call us that or acknowledge the fact that we all have animal quirks. So a convoy is pretty hard to stop. They travel across mostly empty roads from prison to prison but this one's cutting through the city, they're heavily guarded and armed, and one wrong move murder an entire bus full of people. Usually, convoys move at an uncomfortable and unstoppable 30 above posted speed limits, but they can't do that since they're in the city. Ask me anything about what we're going to do. Otherwise, it's just easier to tell you all your roles when we're in the chopper."[/color]

She paused before looking towards Corvus.

[color=#65a0f0]"Say, how attached are you to your birds?"[/color]