[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjg1ODU4NS5SR1ZoYmlCUWIzSjBaWElnUVd4c1pXNCwuMgAA/a-theme-for-murder.regular.png[/img][/center] And so the prison break was afoot. Dean nodded silently as he received his instructions in the helicopter. When Quinn had asked about how attached he was to the birds he controlled, he knew that there would be some heavy causalities. It would be quick and painless for the fallen, though, and they were doing it for a just cause. Better than breaking a wing and starving to death, he supposed. He was glad that he didn't bring any of his ravens along for this, he couldn't risk getting any of them caught up in the madness that was to follow. He probably wouldn't even need to use all the birds. The cops wouldn't be expecting anything. They would be taken totally off guard, and there were enough villains present to totally overwhelm them. Nothing should go wrong. The helicopter hovered over the whole convoy, and the kamikaze cavalry that had been flying close to them the whole journey descended for their final mission. There were a good number of escorts - they were guarding a pretty important cargo, after all. The birds were small, so the escorts probably wouldn't even notice them. One flew up next to a cop on a bike, and then. Bang. Everything kicked off from there. The escorts had been completely surrounded, and explosions were going off left right and centre. Most of the escorts had absolutely no idea what was going on, meaning the plan had worked perfectly. Quinn soon dropped down from the helicopter to do her part, and Dean stayed above to guide the rest of the birds. A few officers who had escaped the blasting began to corner Quinn - but others still peeled off to respond to another noise. Everything was going just fine. And to make things even better, Corvus noticed a few birds who once had explosives flying off unscathed together. However the hell that happened, he didn't know, but it was still nice. Soon the bus was enveloped in a blanket of thick black smoke. Was there a role for Dean now? It seemed like the plan was drawing to a close. The police just looked confused, laughably incompetent. Criminals poured out of the smoke, heading away from the police. He may as well help them. A cop who tried to chase after one of the prisoners was met with a group of pigeons who distracted him, allowing the prisoner to escape into the dense patch of trees beside the road. He continued to do this for a while, toying with the cops while he waited for the helicopter to move and wrap the mission up.