(Collab between me and Eggsy.)<br/><br/>As the door to the meeting room opened, Velma and Lance's attention immediately went to the man entering. While there were various features that made him remarkable, they were all lost behind the large mechanical arm. After a moment, Velma attached a name to the man- Jack Kavinsky. He strode over to Anne's side, and they had a murmured conversation that Velma forced herself not to guess the subject of.<br/><br/>Lance nudged her with a sharp elbow. "Head on over to meet the team?" He murmured. Velma grimaced slightly, but nodded. She headed over to the pair, Lance following behind. She almost began to introduce herself, but stopped when the chief spoke.<br/><br/>"If we're all here, we'll watch the recording we found," he said, gesturing to the screen. This got the attention of the police officers- no one had seen it except the chief, and there had been much speculation on the content. They collectively turned towards the screen. He pointed the remote clasped in his hand at the screen and rewinded the video to the beginning, a few choppy frames appearing as he skipped back. He fought with the device a few moments longer, then finally hit play.<br/><br/>The screen went black for a moment as the captured video was reversed to its salvaged state. It showed a long hallway, arched into a 90 degree turn into another one. Doors lined the hall, and pressed against the corner, a suited man stood holding a gun. Blood covered his front side, and a stream leaking from his knee suggested injury. He breathed heavily, his hands holding a tight but shaky grip on the handle and stock of his rifle. The lighting of the hall was drenched in a deep red, flickering every few moments. Normal lights remained off, suggesting it was emergency backup lighting or some sort of alarm system gone quiet.<br/><br/>At the end of the hall, a figure came into view. From the angle of the camera, only a pair of legs and a rifle were visible. The figure strolled very casually towards the first door, and kicked it open with force enough to break it off its hinges. For a few moments, he disappeared into the room, and gunshots rang out. At each one, the hiding man flinched, trying to steady his feet. The shooter emerged from the room after a short time, and proceeded to the next room, opposite the first door and slightly further forward. More of their body came into view: a tall male, dressed head to toe in what looked like black leather. His face was obscured by a motorcycle helmet, the only identifying sign a glaring red light shining from behind the visor.<br/><br/>His methods were repeated with the final two doors. The first went much the same way as the other, a forced open followed by a hail of unseen gunfire. When he emerged, he carried another weapon, a double-barreled shotgun held over his shoulder. While approaching the final door, a blade sprung from it, scraping against the side of his helmet. A step was taken back, and after he pointed the shotgun at the part of the door nearest the blade, both triggers were pulled. A wide hole was blown into it, and the sounds of viscera dripping down the wall could be just barely detected. The room seemed to be much smaller, as instead of entering, the shooter merely looked inside before taking a few steps back.<br/><br/>The foot of the injured man slipped, prompting the shooter to turn his head in the direction of the corner. He quietly turned, and pointed his rifle at about head height at the wall, aiming through the corner proper. A pull of the trigger sent a burst of gunfire right into it, and into the head of the man trying to remain in cover on the other side. As he fell, the shooter lowered his rifle, checking it for ammunition. He stopped suddenly, and the red dot under his visor shifted focus onto the camera itself. Staring for a moment, he then turned his gun on it and fired. The screen cut to black, and the video feed ended.<br/><br/>Velma stared at the screen a moment longer, then turned back to the chief. He was rubbing his chin, brows knit together in frustration. "It's not much to go on, but it's something. Bastard finally slipped up, let's see if we can make anything of it. I want everyone to find something, anything in that video that can help us locate our motorcycle man. I don't care what. Get to work."<br/><br/>As the groups dispersed, Velma thought about the video. It was honestly chilling. The man showed no regard for the people he killed, and his total silence and concealing attire made him seem like a horror movie villain. Something about it made her think it wasn't quite a vigilante seeking justice against criminal groups. He was just too skilled.<br/><br/>However, it wasn't time for theories just yet. She turned to her new team mates and hoped she looked friendly but also capable. "Velma Holt. Good to work with both of you."<br/><br/>Behind her, Lance half raised a hand. "Lance Walker, Jack and Anne, right?" Even though his greeting was fairly normal, Velma had a feeling he was only half paying attention and instead thinking about the video they had just seen. She couldn't really blame him.