Following Evelyn into the kitchen Daniel made his way over to the fridge reaching on top for his mask, granted it wasn't the best place to leave it but after a long day of going out on missions and being exhausted it was a miracle he even remembered where he had put it. He likes his mask because it covered his face still allowing him to breathe without obstructing his vision, he also very much liked the nickname the public had given him, "Toxic", on the few times that he had been out, it went along with his mask and the hazardous material symbol on the back of his jacket that he wore to all of his missions.
Daniel pulled the straps over his head securing the gas mask to his face before pulling the hood of his jacket over his head, now that the fear of having to face actual villains had faded he was now beginning to replace it with excitement and he actually looked his trainer, Patrick, straight in the eye smiled enough for it to wrinkle his eyes so that the trainer could tell that he was smiling, he gave Patrick the thumbs up to show that he was ready. He then walked over to Evelyn standing quietly next to her putting his hands in his in his pockets and waiting patiently for the next order. He kept repeating over and over in his head that he could do this that it wasn't that big of a deal, that he had to believe in himself and above all stay focused.
Genevieve smiled at her young pupil, "I knew you would be," the smile was insincere but the words were not, Paisley had shown much progress in the time that she had joined the villains but that progress accounted for nothing if Genevieve didn't have a matching set of the two sisters, though Paisley's sister seems like a lost cause she would not give up and the first chance that she saw to convince Evelyn of changing to the right team she would pounce on it. Genevieve indicated that Paisley should follow her as she spun around her hair flying outward as she did so, practically gliding down the hall at a brisk pace. Genevieve walked into the front room making her way over to the large double doors and first pushing the button on the intercom that was located next to the front doors she spoke into it.
"Time to head out.... now."the last word was a little forceful to show that she was serious and don't take two more hours getting ready. She then walked over to the doors pulling both handles down and open relieving three parked limousines, one for each team, in their circle drive. It was a wonder what a few calls a head of time could prove useful, Genevieve smiles red lips and walked over to the first black car, the driver offered to take her hand and help her into the limo which she took, he tipped his hat before helping her down saying, "Mistress," this was the clever name that the newspapers had donned her with. She both adored and loathed it, on one hand the name reminded her of class and elegance on the other the meaning of the word meant someone who slept with another woman's husband, but since she couldn't change it she chose to accept it. She settled into the vehicle waiting for the others to arrive, they had been using this company for months to get around being driven a block from where they were meant to be and let out to do their business then driven home no questions asked, and the best part of all was that they took stolen money without a second thought. Genevieve so enjoyed when everything went according to plan, she was thinking this when she looked over to see the box that held their communication devices, small silver earbuds that fit neat and nearly invisible in their ears allowing them to keep in touch, Genevieve took one out placing carefully in her left ear.