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Madison parked her motorbike in the League of Good office staff car park, and unhooked the tail bag from the back. She left the saddlebags where they were assuming that nobody would try to steal from the League of Good car park. The three bags contained all of her wordly possessions, and the saddlebags were just her clothes. Madison's gym and training outfits were company property and she rarely had occasion to wear civilian clothes so she owned less than three outfits. She was wearing her costume underneath baggy sweat pants and an oversized hoody. It was an old habit of hers to be ready to suit up at a moment's notice.

Madison entered the office and took a seat in the lobby. It's a lot more plush and customer-facing than her old workplace. There were other people sat waiting in the foyer. All of them were in casual clothes with the exception of one girl who looked like she was already in full costume as some kind of Victorian funeral witch. Madison nodded to the girl. It wasn't a bad idea to make sure any prep they needed to do was done now. Madison opened her tail bag which contained an emergency change of clothes, her phone, her headphones, her satchel, her domino mask, one makeup bag and a curling iron.

She had applied blush and lipstick and was halfway curling her hair when Julian Mercer, of all people, walked through the doors, loudly talking to his phone as if he was livestreaming. What was he doing here? Madison didn't feel comfortable being shown on camera when she was only half-ready so turned away until he had passed her. She quickly finished curling her hair before letting her curling iron rest and cool on the floor beside the outlet. She packed away her makeup bag and wasabout to fish out her headphones when a receptionist ran out into the center of the lobby.

Onboarding would have to wait because there was an emergency situation. Madison was not unused to situtions such as this and was calmly putting on her domino mask before the receptionist had finished speaking. Right when she was wondering which vehicle would be used to transport the team to site, a scruffy looking man entered and the next thing Madison knew, she was inside a different building. Or, what was left of a different building. There was a dragon, apparently. Julian threw a spear of light. The Victorian widow girl had created a wall for cover. Madison wordlessly and professionally kicked into gear. She took cover behind the wall and began stripping. She discarded her pants and hoodu to reveal that she had been wearing her black and silver costume underneath. She then climbed to the top of the wall.

Wireframe stood tall with a wide, slightly manic smile across her face. She raised one fist towards the dragon, aiming at one of its wings. Her other hand rested upon her wrist's propulsion device, ready to fire. She waited for it to get just a little bit closer. She seemed to feel absolutely no fear.