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Dean was as pleased with how the mission had gone as the rest of the team. After all, they had completed what they had come to do - freed their comrade and caused some havoc for the accompanying law enforcement while they were at it, which Dean always thought was a worthwile way to spend his time. And, as the helicopter shot away from the crime scene, the sirens becoming fainter and fainter, the villain felt a firm sense of satisfaction. If this team could perform like this again, considering that freeing a prisoner wasn't at all easy, then they could surely achieve whatever ambitious plans Noxious had in place. 

However, Dean's satisfaction in the following days waned quickly as he saw first hand the consequences of their actions. Police presence in the city had seemingly doubled over night with cops posted everywhere. No doubt that the use of birds would have made its way through the police network as something to look out for, so Dean couldn't amuse himself by doing anything in public with his quirk that might arouse suspicion, or he could attract attention and ruin everything. He quickly became bored to the point of anger, trying to entertain himself doing normal things, or making birds do amusing things within the grounds of his house. So, Dean was extremely grateful when the time came for another meeting.

This one, of course, was not in Alcatraz. Dean had previously found a route to the island that would not have him seen, where he could have his full costume on the journey, and so he was slightly perturbed he had to mess around with something new. He donned an expensive suit, his mask and hat contained within a fancy leather bag on his shoulder - he wouldn't dare suffer the indignity of using a backpack - before setting off for this warehouse. A pair of his ravens was following him, as subtly as possible, flying from rooftop to rooftop. He reached the warehouse within decent time, hoping that he might be the first one inside so he could freely scope it out. When he was sure that no cops were a threat, the ravens flew down and back onto his shoulder. 

He slipped on his mask and hat as he crept towards the doors, before stopping at the sound of voices. He wouldn't usually be so careful, but considering this was a new location... He spotted a pigeon pecking the ground not too far away, which soon became a spy, walking casually through the sliding doors and looking around. Well, there were no cops in here, and the people certainly looked villainous. He recognised a couple, so the pigeon slipped out and Dean slipped in after he released the sentry from his control. 

He was greeted with the sight of people that he knew. Sana, Noxious, Molly - a more recent addition, but still someone Dean recognised. And then, there was a decent amount of people who he did not know. New additions he supposed. The first, a man sitting on a chair casually, wearing [i]frighteningly[/i] casual clothes for a meeting such as this. Dean scowled through his mask, before glancing around again. A man in what looked like a police jacket that had been crudely modified with a flower. That could be worse. Ah, now this was more like it. Two more people, who were both impeccably dressed in suits. He gave them both a nod, before unclasping his mask and holding it under his shoulder. 

[color=slategray]"New additions to our team, I suppose. Well, it's good to see that at least two people here have any sense of how to dress appropriately... just a shame it couldn't be all of you."[/color] He glanced at the man in the jacket, then glared at the man in the seat. [color=slategray]"Our last mission has seemingly alerted law enforcement, and they are now crawling all over this city like angry vermin. Perhaps doing something like... wearing a vandalised police jacket, for example, is not the smartest idea."[/color]