Matías took a moment to eye the files courteous of Bane. There were some six sheets consisting of greyscale faces and information known about their cases. The eyes of these individuals lost to lord knows what stared back at him in an almost somber manner. 

He looked away.

"It's better they're so cryptic," he commented. "We [i]all[/i] have to be lowkey until it's time. If our 'friends' find out who they are then we're fucked. Like, they're rich. They probably have the tech to find out everything about us just based on our faces."

His head turned towards the files again.

"Maybe I should walk around in a hood and mask. Maybe then I won't fucking feel like my every move's being watched. I..."

A huff escaped his lungs.

"I just hope whoever the hell they are, they know what they're doing."