<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/998e7f15f744d707e5851c9c2100e7c0/tumblr_n6qmruqza31sfjrdqo1_400.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mask-R-ADE-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Exceedingly happy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stepped outside Room B3729, Sector PLX, at a secret drop point<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Secret Society<br/><hr/><br/>Mask excused himself quickly and informed Bat he'd return soon, saying he needed to meditate on happy thoughts in order to briefly prepare for the mission and ensure it would be a success, and he stepped out of the briefing room. He needed to make contact with his secret society. His society preferred anonymous drop-boxes and things of that nature for communication most often, but if his society was aware of his mission, they would have left a notification in the nearest drop box in this sector. He did, in fact, find a notice:<br/><br/><em>Wait two minutes and then go down the nearest hall. In one of the smaller halls, make contact with a clone that has a frayed left pant leg and a small hold in the right arm of his uniform.</em><br/><br/>Mask did as instructed and soon found his contact, a scruffy fellow that had a serious expression on his face. He was standing in the shadows as best he could, and Mask was wary, as they were within a single hall length of the briefing room. He gave the special hand signal, and the other man gave the correct countersign. Mask murmured, "Mask-R-ADE-1. Reporting in." The other fellow grunted, "You can call me Gray. Best that you don't know my rank or sector."<br/><br/>Mask informed him of his current mission and asked, "Is there anything required of me on this assignment?"